My First Linbu Fic...
Tittle: Maybe
POV: First
Pairing: Linbu
Rating: PG
A/N: My first Linbu fic, so please be nice. This can be from either man's perspective. I'll leave you to ponder that one. One-shot, drabble
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line
Maybe it should have been clearer to him, maybe I should have told him. It’s kind of too late now, isn’t it?
We both have our lives outside of the band. We both have wives and kids.
Maybe I should have listened to Migè, I should have listened to Ville, and I should have listened to Gas.
Now we are both in so deep with our families, that we can’t escape them without someone getting hurt.
Quite frankly, I feel like the world’s biggest idiot.
Maybe I am, you know.
Maybe I deserve what I’ve gotten myself into.
But now that I think about, maybe it could have been worse. We’re still friends, aren’t we?
Neither of us ever talked about it.
But maybe we didn’t need to, you know?
Maybe it was mutual.
Maybe he just understood.
Maybe he wasn’t like the others. Okay, yeah, so that much was already known.
He was different. And I think that’s what made me love him in the first place.
Maybe…
But, maybe, even after everything, even after we have spent the better part of seven years of our lives together, we can still learn to love each other.
Maybe…
But one thing is for certain… I still love him…
Maybe…
One day we can be together…
Maybe…
END
POV: First
Pairing: Linbu
Rating: PG
A/N: My first Linbu fic, so please be nice. This can be from either man's perspective. I'll leave you to ponder that one. One-shot, drabble
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line
Maybe it should have been clearer to him, maybe I should have told him. It’s kind of too late now, isn’t it?
We both have our lives outside of the band. We both have wives and kids.
Maybe I should have listened to Migè, I should have listened to Ville, and I should have listened to Gas.
Now we are both in so deep with our families, that we can’t escape them without someone getting hurt.
Quite frankly, I feel like the world’s biggest idiot.
Maybe I am, you know.
Maybe I deserve what I’ve gotten myself into.
But now that I think about, maybe it could have been worse. We’re still friends, aren’t we?
Neither of us ever talked about it.
But maybe we didn’t need to, you know?
Maybe it was mutual.
Maybe he just understood.
Maybe he wasn’t like the others. Okay, yeah, so that much was already known.
He was different. And I think that’s what made me love him in the first place.
Maybe…
But, maybe, even after everything, even after we have spent the better part of seven years of our lives together, we can still learn to love each other.
Maybe…
But one thing is for certain… I still love him…
Maybe…
One day we can be together…
Maybe…
END