Retrograde | Jicheol

스물여덟

Entry 9 | 01-24-12

I wasn't certain if it happened between 10:30 pm and 11:12 pm but I was pretty sure that I was helplessly lost in his mellifluous singing when I caught the glimpse of 'it' tumbling towards the horizon. It was a sight to see according to him (with all those cute gestures he made with his hands) I couldn't think of a response however, for I was more focused on the serene expression on his face as he gaped up to the Stygian sky with nothing but the trails of the stardust of a comet.

It was a sight to see, yes. With all the stars reflected on his eyes, and that smile. Damn. I was helplessly, hopelessly (falling) fading.

Setsunai comet-if it'll take 7 years to witness this sight again, will you stay with me till then? Jihoonie, let's wait for Setsunai comet together, arraseo?

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Entry 27 | 05-13-12

His voice reminds me of a cotton candy melting on my tongue; I could listen to him all day. His passion to music is beyond compare, and I admire him for that. I couldn't be more proud of him, journal. He...He...God, I can't even find the right words to describe him. He's everything and nothing all at once; and his face, as I watch him wholly concentrated on his music sheet, reminded of the sparkling sequence painted on the night sky. It held me spellbound and I think I'm feeling myself slipping and tumbling and floating and cascading into nothingness.

And I hope that's a good thing.

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Entry 45 | 07-19-16

I thought a homemade cake would make a great gift; turned out ANYTHING can be a great gift with Jihoonie. And I thought he'd hate me for life after tasting that burnt piece of crap. But he just laughed it all out even though he made a sour look on his face (im sorry jihoonie)

He told me to meet him on our meeting place tonight. That's where he'll gave me his gift. Darn it, I'm not expecting anything, journal. Definitely NOT EXPECTING ANYTHING. Knowing Jihoon, he might just come up with something like a cringy, half-hearted letter that contains three to four sentences of lame (but enough to make me squeal) content. Hehe. But I'll accept anything from Jihoonie, and he knows that.

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Entry 48 | 07-20-16

He sang for me.

Under the moonlit sky, and the big luminescence dawning over us, he sang for me a song he made himself journal.

That was his gift.

And as his euphonious voice filled my soul, I had an epiphany. I knew it, journal.

I slipped.

So damn hard.

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Entry 67 | 11-10-12

I never knew learning the gay lingo would be this hard.

But if this is the only way to make Jihoonie laugh, then fuck it.

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Entry 75 | 12-01-12

Jihoonie loves doodling moons and stars and galaxies on the edge of his paper whenever he's bored. But earlier, amidst the constellations he sketched, he wrote our names. And I had to fight the urge to draw a heart in between them.

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Entry 83 | 01-01-13

Happy New Year, Jihoonie.

You don't need to jump up and down to help your height. (I don't want you to grow up either. Your fun-size makes it easier for me to envelope you in my arms and I swear that's the best feeling ever)

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Entry 98 | 04-19-13

Jihoon

Lee Jihoon

Jihoonie

Hoonie

Ji

I don't think I will be able to forget that name. Ever.

Jihoon. Jihoon. Jihoon. Ily.

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Entry 121 | 07-10-13

I'll buy Jihoon something nice tomorrow. :)

(maybe with a confession as well)

darn it i'm nervous