unhearted || h.rj

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dear h.rj,

to who i know as my crush, my love and my heart.

it was the winter when i met you and you were kind, a trait i never expected from someone who looked cold on the outside.

you offered me mittens after noticing my shaking hands. my palms were shaking not because of the winter, but because of you.

i never knew i'd find a boy so perfect, you had everything and i had nothing. but that didn't stop us from becoming friends.

i recall that day as one of my best days ever and it was all because of one feeling,

love.

heart l.cs

✧✧✧

"hey, do you want some mittens?" you offered, handing me maroon-colored mittens. i looked down at it, feeling red rush to my face.

i slurred, "u-uhm, s-sure."

those mittens in your hands, i kept those near my bed because it reminded me so much of you and our first meeting.

we spent hours talking to each other and i felt perfect.

i felt perfect with you.