cynosure | p.jm

beautiful

“eun ae!” he shouted across the sunflower field to me.

“what?”

“so are we friends now?”

are we?

“i guess so.”

i heard him release an endearing— i mean, unattractive giggle at my response. “finally!” he breathed out, letting a bright smile wash over his worried expression. i guess smiles are powerful. they reached places even the sun i was under couldn't and warmed my soul.

all the weight oppressing my cracked being, vanished when he looked over whilst waving his hands enthusiastically, as if my promise of being his friend alone lit up his entire world.

and his smile too, lit up my entire world.