Blossom. An angelic fluorescence, delicate and durable, it withstands rain and the relentless breeze, the kind who's frost knives your skin.
Love. An irreplaceable sensation, delicate and durable, it withstands tears and unwanted opinions, the kind that almost make you question the things you are so sure of.
Two things so similar. But blossom declines and dims and when seasons change its forgotten. Love doesn't change with the seasons. If it's real it doesn't decline or dim and it isn't forgotten when it's temporarily lost.
Three years ago I met a boy. I was a foreign exchange student living in Incheon. The boy didn't curse me for misplacing words or speaking informally to a senior, instead he laughed, with me, and often did the same. He made me feel safe, wanted, he was my home away from home. I don't need to say his name, you already know. I was aware that my time in Korea would end and that it would be bitter but nevertheless I grew closer and closer to the boy with each day, days which grew shorter as they passed. I was to stay for 2 years and on my 18th month he said "사랑해" (I love you.) and I said it back. 6 months, Half a year. Felt like 6 days days, half a fortnight. As my last days dawned the sense of distaste and hesitance advanced, not towards him, to returning and I got scared I acted distant and bored as if maybe him hating me would numb the pain. No. Of course it wouldn't. Because he didn't hate me, he loved me more, when I pushed him away he hugged my tighter, when I glared he smiled, when I yelled he whispered but when I left, he stayed. When I wanted him to follow he didn't, couldn't and I broke. I returned home to solitude and noise amongst silence. Moments passed as days and eventually it had been a year since I let go. I believed I would never smell eucalyptus and the colour blue again, I would never see a reflective smile and inky eyes on blonde skin. But he came back, just like blossom in spring. The only blossom that had never truly been forgotten.
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FanficHan Jisung. My spring. My blossom. "Don't you see me?" I do. I see you. How can i not? I just don't understand why history is repeating. Why now? "No. Sorry." I stepped to the side but was scantly able to move an inch before he claimed my wrist and...
