Capture//Jikook

03.

POV 3

He paid for me coffee.

Again.

I started at him as he walked out, I knew I had a strong urge to go after him and follow, to go and kiss him gently and thank him.

Thank him for thinking I wasn't possessive or mental just that it was hard for me to move on.

To accept.

I walked out too taking more pictures as I exited, a steep 2 block walk to my apartment.

The skies. They were such an important part of my day, the way they would change form, into small to big clouds so beautifully. I admire the shades the skies bring, the orange midsummers and the cold grey winter skies, all appealed to me in their own ways.

Everything seemed ok so far, as if for some time I wasn't hurt.

I walked into my apartment opening my coat, scarf and putting down my camera.

I grab a bowl and some dry cereal to turn on the tv.

It's the same things that's always on tv, the girl and boy fall in love, they have a complicated, forbidden love. But in the end, it all works out.

Yeah, bet.

I wish real life was as simple as just plainly loving someone, or falling in love. Love comes with so much than that.

And besides the complete feeling of euphoria, you feel as if you're dancing on the clouds. Everything they do brings you so much joy and happiness the way they talk or their smile, the way they became shy around you.

The amount of inspiration love can give, it's crazy.

It's like their eyes scream words and their lips escape things that flow like the sea. Everything falls in place, and you feel so so happy it's almost embarrassing.

And that's why it hurts the most, when they leave you.

When your inspiration disappears.

It feels like the end of the world, like as if the world was on your side, and now it's just gone.

Your world just fades in-front of your eyes.

And to know they're happy should give you happiness back, but instead it just hurts even more.

It hurt when you left me Taehyung,

And it hurts still.