𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐈𝐗

I shouldn't have come. I should've called and said that something was wrong.

That my non-existent dog had died. Something terrible and heart-wrenching had occurred. Anything. Something that would come to mind. An excuse that was believable enough for her to believe, but no. I didn't do it and I regret it.

I regret now that I stand in front of them. Jimin and his girlfriend, she's beautiful. She was very kind when Jimin had introduced us. I get why he liked her. She was the perfect woman.

It made me wonder at a point, what if they had children? Would the children look beautiful like them? Who was I to ask? I was being foolish! Of course! They were both beautiful human beings with beautiful souls.

"Do you need help?" I ask when I finish writing the paper he had the class do about the second book they had read. About message in it. Mine, unfortunately, had been, love. He looks up and we stare at each other for a moment, it causes him to somehow slip the knife. Instead of it cutting through the tomato as it should, it cuts his beautiful skin. Tearing the tissue apart, like a heart. It tears the heart, so fast, in a quick speed. When it's done we'd never really have it dawn upon us until the tear begins to fall. Or when you can't walk, out of shock. Pain. The intolerable pain.

I walk towards him when I see him trying to open the band-aid. I take it from his fingers, ever so softly. He looks up, I don't. I'd kiss him if he keeps looking so beautiful.

I grab his finger, ignoring how soft and rough the texture of his patterned skin feels. Ignoring the desires, fantasies of them trailing down my body every night. I put on the band-aid, and like the fool that I am. I look up, I meet his eyes. Dark eyes. So beautiful and terrifying. It's terrifying how someone could look so beautiful.

His eyes. They are Midnight. My favorite time of the day, when the world is so quiet and I can sit on the roof of my apartment building and love the view. How I can abscond into the night. Never once feel eyes on me. On my body. I find it brilliant, wondrous to discover the rare phenomenon. That when the world seems to be the darkest, the greatest opportunity for light will exist.

"You're staring," I tell him and he chuckles.

"You're staring too." He says. I smile.

"You started it, I just followed your lead," I say.

"If I look away, does that mean that you will too?" He asks. I nod.

"Of course," I whisper.

"Then I won't look away." He says, as if though he is telling me a secret.

"Liar," I state and he raises his brows.

"I am not a lair." I nod.

"You will."

"Let me prove it to you. I could spend years standing here, with you, staring at you." Don't say that. Don't say it Jimin.

"Prove it," I tell him. He grins and I am almost discouraged by it.