It’s been six days since Kenzo left for Tokyo. I would love to say that I appreciate the space, but I feel empty without him.
There’s a saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Whoever came up with that quote is simply a diabolical genius, because every word in that quote is true.
Since he’s gone, I’ve started to uncover my true feelings and realized that I am in love with that man.
The absence of his presence is like torture.
It made all of my suppressed feelings come up like a tidal wave. There was no way I could just turn them off and make them disappear.
I was more certain than I ever been in my life.
I loved him.
I loved Kenzo Yamada.
I loved the way his chiseled features softened when he looked at me.
I loved how fierce and ruthless he was, but I also loved
