The Missing Valentine || K.TH

𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Stars shining bright above you, 
night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'

⤗ ⋆✯✯✯⋆ ⬽

TAEHYUNG

My mother always taught me that women must be treated with respect. Whether they were older or younger, they were deserving of kind words and gentle gestures.

Throughout the years of growing up, I watched my father bring home flowers every month. Always purple iris. And her eyes would shine with love and adoration. 

They met at the ages of fourteen and seventeen, being paired up for a competition. They were both ballroom dancers, achieving success after success. If I had to decribe them with one word, It would definitely be passion, because once anyone saw them dance for the first time, they were lured in by them immediately.

I knew all of their competitions by heart. We used to watch them on tape when I was growing up. They were still attending competitions up to when I was six years old, and I briefly remembered watching them live from the sidelines. 

Their coach, Mrs. Bailey sat by my side and that day, I remember she brought an iris bouquet for me to give to my mother after their performance. They came in second that night, but my father said they truly felt like winners.

They were always kind to each other and settled arguments without going to sleep angry. It was a rarity to see somebody like that, and I always counted myself lucky to be given such a wonderful family.

I wanted that kind of love for myself.

I was always determined that I would find it.

When my eyes first caught a glimpse of Diane, I thought she was very beautiful. Her eyes were bright and blue, and her dark hair wild and untamable. Something about her just kept my mind going back to it, so I listened to my heart and tried my luck.

I found her intriguing, and that excitment that fluttered inside of me just kept on encouraging my motives. I knew from that moment that I'd give her whatever she wanted and more.

I would treat her with love and respect and whatever happened, I would listen and care for her always. With her by my side, I felt like I could say and admit absolutely everything, and there would be no judgement involved. 

I wanted to give her anything she wished to experience. She mentioned her writing the very first time we met, and I wanted to know more about it. If she'd let me, I'd make all of her dreams come true without a second thought.

She was the one, I could feel it deep in my heart and mind, and I was willing to pursue her anew each and every day. I wanted to marry her. I wanted a family, if she would be up for it.

I believed that if there was something we wanted, we should absolutely go for it and I had nothing to lose. She was my purpose. My life. My love.

It was difficult for me to breathe when she was not near. It felt as if I was longing for a hug from the right person because from everyone else it just felt so unnatural.

It brought me excitement to know that she finally knew who was the one sending her flowers. I wanted to tell her before, but honestly, I just felt scared. I turned it into a mystery, but it turned out to be alright.

I had her all to myself now, and that was the only thing that mattered to me.