It was in the rainy season when he left. I remember realizing how important he was in my life the moment he turned his back on me and started to walk away. "You were perfect. We were perfect" They rain was soaking the both of us; our last kiss lasted hours; and his guitar stayed on his back the whole time. "Kyungsoo. I love you."
We were childhood friends, we saw each other grow, date different people, cry for others, but we were each other's first kiss, first time, and only love. "Your name lingers on my lips, since the first day we met." We were whispering our goodbyes when I remembered the precious time we spent together. How my mom baked his favorite cookies; knocking on my window at midnight; 2am rides to the closest parking lot; introducing him as my boyfriend to my father; long discussions between the two of them; his smile, our hands intertwined, his lips softly kissing me. "Don't go. I need you"
I still remember the way he kissed me that night, how the moonlight caressed our skin as his hands held my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs while his lips interrupted me from stopping him. How I felt his heart beating together with mine, kissing me until I had forgotten what I wanted to say. Kissing me to stop me from saying goodbye.
He was perfect, we were meant to be together. But there was one problem, he always had another dream, something bigger owned his heart. He wanted to be a star. Sometimes I talk with his old friends, ask them how he is going; other days I see him on TV smiling the way he used to smile when he was with me; but most of the times, specially when the raindrops hit my window, I remember him rudely interrupting me with his kissed whenever I asked him to stay, whenever I told him I hoped that wasn't our last kiss.
I haven't seen Kyungsoo since that night, since the night we never said goodbye, just kissed until our lips could feel no more. And I hope he still remembers that I'm here waiting for him to come back, I hope he remembers how he pinky promised me he would never leave me behind. I hope it was worth it; interrupting me so he could leave and live his dream. I hope that whenever he walks in that special way he always did, with his hands in pockets, he looks up at the moon and remembers my name, remembers our love.
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