flowers in the rain | lee yubin ✔︎

EIGHT

"you were my one and only.
i was falling for you slowly.
the good and happy days.
you hold me, your whisper says:
"you're the one for me"."

💌

you were there, smiling at me from the moment you saw my figure in the café. smell of your parfume and hot chocolate were mixed with cold weather. talking, laughing, drinking. everything was right, wasn't it? well, it was the day i felt really happy because of your presence and i couldn't help but ask if the long time of waiting was worth it. when you looked me in the eyes and read the question in them, i felt the nervousness surrounded me. and the fear of growing old. and the fear of loneliness. and the fear of sad mornings. who would ever thought you threw it all away?

when i held your hand finally in mine that day, your small giggles escaped your mouth and you leaned to me to rest your head on my shoulder. the explosion of thousands of butterflies and wind blowing through your hair. you were here and it seemed the sky was listening to me when i said i loved you. slowly falling snow appeared around us and i looked at you when you were saying you loved me too. then, the small kisses in the park and sleepy evening wasn't interesting enough.

i bought for you white roses. as white as snow, as beautiful as you. and my vase stayed empty for the first time.