𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞.

halo of stars

Dear Yoongi,

Do you remember our first kiss?

At the park where we first met ten years prior, tucked away behind a row of trees next to the river where we would collect tadpoles and put them in little glass jars to take home.

It was a beautiful evening, the gleaming stars out in all their glory, twinkling above our heads as we lay next to one another, fingers entwined as we looked up high at the clouds that drifted across the black canvas, making wishes for the future; you wanted more than anything to write music, and I just wanted to dance.

Do you remember making us matching flower crowns out of the patch of daises we were sprawled out on?

Yours was too big and ended up as a necklace and mine kept snapping, so I sprinkled the petals over your head which got trapped in your dark hair, the contrast reminding me of the night sky.

That was when I realised that you weren't just my best friend, you were my world; the sun, the moon, and all its stars.

My everything.

When you first leaned in to kiss me I had no idea what I was doing, I was fifteen and was innocently inexperienced so I let you guide me, just like you had been doing from the very beginning. Your lips were slightly cracked that day and the friction from them on my own was an odd sensation, but one I was eager to get used to.

You were my first ever kiss, the only person to this day that I have ever kissed.

I wish I could do it again.

PJM