The Missing Valentine || K.TH

𝔰𝔦𝔵

I want a dream lover,
So I don't have to dream alone

⤗ ⋆✯✯✯⋆ ⬽

I smiled at the thought of us meeting.

It had been been six months since I first started receiving flowers and letters, so I always had something to look forward to. I was never left disappointed and I always loved every kind of flowers that were ended up chosen to be gifted to me.

A box with heart shaped chocolates was wrapped in a red bow beside the bouquet of orchids, marigolds and carnations, and that last sentence suddenly appeared to linger in my mind for another moment. 

My final gift will come. That could mean a lot of things. It could mean that I would stop getting flowers every month. It could mean that I would finally see a face behind the words. I was hoping it would be the latter, and a sudden wave of inspiration hit my senses.

I hastily grabbed my notebook and sat down behind the kitchen island to seep the words onto the paper.

BETWEEN THE TWO

You are invisible,
a mystery to me

I wonder what will I see 
when you appear in front of me

I want a world where you are mine and I am yours
And our love can stop the suffocating wars
of longing and devotion

But we're in a world where you're far away
and I'm not writing love poem's at all

So I close my eyes and dream

I wondered about the day of us finally meeting. I had been thinking about the words that were so similar to what Taehyung had said to me before. It came across as a coincidence, but maybe I just desperately wanted it to be him.

I stood up, closing my notebook before walking to the stove again, where my soup was cooking.  I lowered the heat and mixed it up with my spatula, daydreaming once again.

Late evenings with a lover. How would it feel if I cooked dinner with the thought that he would be getting home? Maybe we could cook together and he would wrap his arms around me, telling me about his day and we would sway, gazing into each others eyes.

I was imagining my life with Taehyung so vividly. It could've been him to fill that empty spot in my life. In my heart. I could get used to living with a man like him, having him by my side, knowing his habits, and things that he loved. I wanted to know absolutely everything about him, what he had to offer to this world and without a doubt, I bet I could love him.

I was done waiting for the right time, for the right person, because deep down I knew I had already found him. Now I only had to be brave enough to let myself fall...