COLORS.

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dream

it was odd,

how all of the times

i spent with you

have played like a small documentary in my dreams.

but to be frank,

i liked it.

i liked how it illustrated everything,

i was able to live in that moments again,

everything was so beautiful.

i saw the time when we first met,

when i bumped into you accidentally

in a small coffee shop down the street,

and spilled your espresso.

i saw the time of our second encounter,

in an art exhibit that was held a year ago.

i remembered how i blurted out

that i mistaken you as one of the paintings earlier,

and for the first time,

you laughed.

i saw the time where it was our first date,

i remember asking you out,

and i jolted with excitement,

because unbelievably, you agreed.

unfortunately, it rained that day.

and we ran to your apartment,

instead of going to an amusement park.

i remembered the stares you gave me,

the lust in your eyes that day.

i remember every hot kiss

that trailed from my neck

to every bone of my rib cage.

every tender and gentle touch,

your fingertips grazing against my skin.

every mumble, every word,

soothing me in a pleasure i have never experienced.

i remember every tear 

that dried out your puffy eyes.

every sob, every whimper,

as you asked for help.

i remember every attempt

of me hugging you,

to shoo your pain and sorrows away.

i remember everything, yoongi.

and it's happy and painful at the same time.

but then, 

i realized why that occurred.

the plastic bags slipped from my hands,

mouth widening in shock,

eyes met with a familiar red color.

that dream was the last time

i could spend those beautiful moments with the man i love.