I have been chasing a cold-blooded doctor for two years, and the most he gave me was a "hmm".
I said "can I chase you" and he turned and walked away.
I asked, "Do you like me too?" And he said, "You are overthinking."
Until I sent a fake photo in a bar and he rushed over like crazy, pushed me against the wall and kissed me.
I thought he was finally willing to admit it, but he said, "It's nothing."
But after that kiss, he took me home, got himself drunk, and said with red eyes:
"I don't even know if I can get off work on time tomorrow, how can I give you a future?"
I held his face and told him word for word:
"What you gave me has already been perfect."
