If only I took courage like a man, would we have been different ?
He is beautiful. Really beautiful, not like the boys in magazines with their scruffy, masculine faces, tall and dark, brittle boys. Myungsoo looked like a statue that had been rescued from the sea. He was smooth where I had angles and soft where I was bone. Myungsoo’s face was sharp, his nose high and tall, his eyes crescent-shaped like the quarter moon, his dark hair swept, his skin glowed a milky cream. Looking at Myungsoo, I could pretend I was beautiful, too. He had so much to spare.
Once upon a time, we fell apart.
You're holding in your hands the two halves of my heart.
All to myself.
I want you all to myself.
And nobody else.
You play games, I play tricks,
Girls and girls, but you're the one.
Like a game of pick-up sticks,
Played by fucking lunatics.