Our love story would begin with you simply saying goodmorning to me at work and i would greet you back.
Our love story would be, you walking me home everynight after work, giving me a goodnight hug and kiss and texting me immediately once i got inside asking me if i'm safe and i'd laugh because you lived right next to my house.
We would take romantic walks at the park while talking about the randomest thing ever and laughing about it afterwards. We would sit on the grass and look at the stars as comfortable silence filled the air then it would get cold and you would give me your jacket.
We would have fights but after an hour of silent treatment you would give me a back hug and say you were sorry and i would say i'm sorry too and we would lay down in bed, cuddling, and after a while we'd fall asleep.
At weekends we would go on a roadtrip with our friends and we would all gather around a camp fire singing songs and you would sing a song for me even if you're voice isn't all that good.
Your cat like eyes would stare into mine and your pale skin would glow under the moonlight, you would lean close, closer, closer until our lips connected.
I would ask you for your opinion about what to wear and you would simply reply "you're beautiful in any clothes you wear." And then you would peck my cheek.
You would get down on one knee, and ask me the question i've been dying to answer.
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"You may now kiss the groom"
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"Dad!" A little girl called out for us.
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"I love you, my jimin." You said, weakness tracing your voice as your eyes slowly shut.
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Min yoongi, your love for me is never ending.
Your love for me was never real.
I watched you as you said your vows to another man. I watched you as you kissed him as the person said, "you may now kiss the groom."
I clapped as i smiled at the newlywed, trying to hide the disappointment.
I thought it was me.
But it never was me.
And it will never be me.
