do you remember when
we broke up and you sulked
all the way in seoul?
as if you weren't sulking
back in gimpo either.
is what you would say
if i said this to you
this place is no more warmer than korea,
and i am taken back
to the summers
we spent
together;
falling in love
here we are,
still foolishly in love with each other.
we were idiots
to think this was anything
against what fate wanted.
there is no other life than this one,
no other moment than now,
for i cannot exist without you,
Han Jisung.
you have made me the happiest man
alive,
and i still afraid
that this all may be a dream.
it feels surreal,
to walk down this aisle
to you.
and so i whisper,
after the ceremonies and all,
"pinch me?"
