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TIME: 2:35PM, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY.
Poetry was originally written to be recited and sung. I know why. It’s hard not to want to sing when you feel something beautiful.
The feeling blossoming in my bones is something that has existed since the beginning of time. It’s something people want to sing about. Tell the world about. Write in the stars and revel in.
There’s nothing like waking up next to him, innocent skin against skin, the smell of sleep between us.
I can reach over, run my fingers through his hair. I can bend down and kiss him right smack dab in the middle of his forehead, his cheek, his chin, his lips. Wherever I wanted to put my lips I could. I can.
I am so lucky to love Hwang Hyunjin. I am so lucky to be loved by him.
He’s mine, in every way a person can be someone else's. We aren’t dating, not yet, maybe not ever. Maybe we’ll skip that stage and go straight into some stupid studio apartment with mismatched furniture and a dog.
I told him we have to take it slow. I want to get to reknow him, every part of him, every inch of him. I’m not over what he put me through. Not in the slightest. But, I know why he did the things he did. I know why he’s the way he is. I don’t hold it against him.
Instead, I want to hold him against me. Press soft kisses into his hair, tell him I love him until he tells me to stop. I want to feel his nose buried against my neck every day until I stop breathing. I want to feel his lips on my skin.
I refuse to watch him destroy himself. I refuse to watch other people destroy him. He promised to get help. I promised to be here.
He asked me to help him dye his hair back to black.
It suits him. He looks innocent, which, he’s anything but. I think he thinks I’m naive, that I don’t know my way around the world. He’s wrong about that. Honestly, he’s wrong about a lot of things.
I don’t think Hyunjin completes me. I think he makes me a better person. Makes me want to do the right thing. Makes me want to plant flowers or something ridiculous like that - write poetry. I keep laughing to myself as I’m writing this — glancing over at him to make sure he’s not sneaking a peek. He’s taking a nap. Sleeping beauty.
The point is, I’m happy. For the first time in a very long time, I’m happy.