From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WHO KNEW THIS COULD'VE BEEN THE END."
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JUNE 10, 2016 — 20:20 PM
We graduated in Junior year successfully. Taehyun, Beomgyu, Yena, and me. I thought I wouldn't make it past Junior year, considering all the shit that's happened this year. I felt my mental health go haywire, and it's still in an increasing decline. However, maybe it'll go back up when things are over this year—for good.
Today was the last day. I promised myself after this, I'd give us space—I'd give myself space to move on from him and to stop loving him. Recapping on the previous years, I felt like I left myself down. I've never had a successful valentine's day, nor have I ever felt the true love of the dream romance I always thought of. While the only thing I regret is trying to kill myself, I don't regret ever dating Beomgyu.
He showed me an experience I'll never forget, and while I won't break up with him today, who knows what'll be in store for me next year. I'm taking Yena's advice to work on myself and move on, getting ready for the last year of my youth before focusing on getting a job.
The boy laid his head against my lap, playing with the promise ring I gave him. "Yihwa?" I heard, causing me to look down at his pouting lips. I raised my eyebrows, his hand reaching to grab mine. I chuckled as he entangled our fingers together, sighing. We were in the garden again, the one filled with kind butterflies that transformed into soft moths at night. The garden where all pathetic yet important events had splayed across in front of my eyes, my eyes full of gloss or love. "You should build a garden like this."
"Build a garden?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes. "You want me to be an architect?"
"I mean, you have the creative capacity to do it," He explained, looking down at our intertwined hands. "I think you could make gardens like this—one's full of magic and mystical feelings. You could even build towers! You'd make a great architect, just because."
"Well, that... is quite interesting to say," I replied, taken aback by his words. "What do you want to be, Beomgyu?"
"I don't know yet, have any suggestions?" He inquired, smiling slightly at me. "I'll take them into mind because I think you evaluated hyung pretty well. He's majoring in medicine nowadays ever since you told him about it—so I want to see what you have to say about me."
