curious crimson and his charcoal eyes

"she was beautiful, but in a way a forest fire was beautiful"

for all who thinks that they don't deserve love.

for lonely nights and painful sighs.

for those who are still here, despite the pain.

i wrote this for you.

beauty is not about ocean eyes, satin clothes and iridescent skies.

beauty is not the first breath of spring, the sun beaming its brightest smile on summer, the leafs falling in love with the ground on autumn, and the coldness of winter seeping in to remind people that warmth is a precious little thing they should treasure.

beauty is not kids chasing each other as they play hide and seek, striking features and soft skins brushing each other.

beauty is him chasing her down the street.

beauty is her running to places she should not enter(like his heart).

beauty is her, im yoona to kim jongin, when she holds his face in her palms and make him feel whole and himself whenever he would fall and stop and too broken for life.