Jungkook's POV
I believe, that when two people, two strangers, two tiny specs of the universe, cross paths, it no longer becomes the blossoming of a coincidence, nor the clashing of unknown identities, and definitely not an accident. It becomes fate. Destiny. Maybe God wanted it that way. Maybe nobody wanted it that way. But all I know, is that those two people were bound to meet.
It all takes a wave, a smile, a stare, to make that special bond grow, to make it develop, to make it escalate. Maybe that little fate, or rather destiny between the two people will cause sadness. Maybe it will cause countless tears to be shed, maybe it will cause the aching of a heart, maybe it will cause arguments to ensue, maybe it will dash hopes, maybe it will cause the swirling of emotions, maybe it will break many hearts. But who knows? Maybe it will cause laughter to ring back and forth, maybe it will cause hearts to flutter, maybe it will cause infinite, radiant smiles to appear, maybe it will cause dreams to be lifted, maybe it will bring two rapidly beating hearts together, maybe it will heal broken hearts.
All I know is that we were meant to be.
Meeting you was a pain, a suffering, but I have never regretted it one bit. Not one tiny bit. I count every memory with you, about you, be it painful or happy, to be a special one. Each one of these memories are engraved in my heart, they penetrate into the deep earth and pull out striking emotions that are only felt when I think of moments with you. Only you. I would want to say that my world doesn't revolve around just one ordinary girl who is human and flawed but yet so perfect in my eyes, but I can't because I know it isn't true.
To be honest, nobody is perfect. Nobody in the entire universe. Everyone has weaknesses, imperfections. But how is it that such a girl like you, a girl who is simply average looking, a girl whose grades aren't always straight A's, a girl who is rather lonely at times, a girl that can be annoying and erratic at times, a girl who isn't always confident, a girl who crumbles easily upon stress, just an ordinary girl like you, seem so perfect? When I look into your eyes, my heart flutters. It doesn't flutter because you're oh-so-charming. It doesn't flutter because I can't comprehend your perfectness. It flutters because I can't believe that everything I ever wanted is standing before me.
Your skin.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Your eyes.
Your warmth.
Your existence.
You.
You and I, we were made to be.
Made to be together, made to be apart.
It's true, we were fated. Fated to fall in love, fated to fall into a paradise. A paradise called happiness. A paradise full of happiness that I thought it would never end. But it did.
Where are we now?
We were once roses.
Roses, such a beautiful thing, truly. They're given on Valentine's day, to symbolise the love, the moments, the happiness.
The awkwardness we felt when we first confessed. The times when we saw the future in each other's eyes. The rush of excitement when we made contact. The anxiety we felt when we found ourselves falling deeper and deeper into a whirlwind made of love, made of warmth. A whirlwind which I thought was endless.
But then again, roses - they symbolise fragility. The porcelain of a doll breaking, cracking, shattering. Each time we fail to catch a petal, we get drifted.
We were also once stars.
Stars that shone brightly in the glittering sky. Stars that gave light to everyone. Stars that made it seem so perfect.
But stars fade too.
Can we really blame ourselves for this tragedy?
No.
Darling, it's all up to fate.
I cry to the moans of a bird's chirp. I cry to the deafening roars of thunder. I cry to the silence of not hearing you call my name.
I miss you.
So so much.
Darling, I wish it was all a dream.
