ONE

560 34 13
                                    

"you were here and now you're gone,
but you're still my favorite song.
and i'm waiting here for tomorrow,
if you'll take away my sorrow.
you're everything to me."

💌

i bought flowers every day and placed them on the windowsill. it was my routine i never skipped. my duty. they had been there from the very first day i'd walked into this apartment. daily reminder of the girl i had always liked. she had been eighteen when i had seen her for the last time. after our goodbyes, our paths hadn't crossed again. yet i still thought about her all the time. her sweet talk, her pink like roses hair, her cute and unique nose and her wonderful voice that i had used to know so well. i'd listen to her for hours. the way she had closed her eyes when she'd wanted to relax. i didn't forget.

blue vase - her favorite color. pink roses - her favorite flowers. 

from the day she had left until today, i still imagined her face in front of me like a distant dream that went farther away every time i tried to reach it. it was just in my imagination but a part of me knew you lived here through me, through my imagination to give me a warning i should continue and not give up. ever.

so i'm still here, waiting for you.

flowers in the rain | lee yubin ✔︎Where stories live. Discover now