rants

taehyung.

loving him is like loving a city i've never been to, loving a tv show i've never watched, admiring a book ive never read, keeping a promise i never made, and reminiscing over a sunset i've never seen. i'm foolish enough to dream, to let my mind wander to where it shouldn't go. to think that there's even a 0.1% chance i'll meet him or whatever; but it gets squashed the moment the thought appears, because being delusional isn't getting me anywhere. my love for him wont take me anywhere. i could read hundreds of books about him, image that this might just be how he is in real life, but the thing is. it isn't. here's a sad truth i've learnt: as fun as it is to imagine, it leads me nowhere. it only leaves me sad over something i know i can't, won't ever have. i just wish he reached for my hand the same way i did for his, i just wish i wasn't another face in the crowd, another flower in a garden full of millions, unnoticeable. once again, im in love with him and who he is as a person, im in love with his voice, booming across my heart like thunder. his eyes, lightning that struck me. im in love with his words, with the things he does, and the way he speaks and the way he moves and everything he does. im in love with him. every part of him, flawed or perfect, i'll adore him. i'll love every version of him, sad or happy, angry or pleased, heartbroken or not, hurting or not. im here. forever wishing he knew, im in love with him.