My family will never understand how much K-Pop means to me. To them, it's just 'those korean boys she's fawning over without even knowing their language'. No, it's not like that. It never was. Language is not a problem when we communicate through music and shared struggle for freedom. Language was never a problem when I only needed someone by my side, someone who believed in me even without knowing me, someone who made things lighter on my toughest days. They are not just some Korean boys I fawn over, they give me my light, happiness, comfort and meaningful tears. And feelings don't need language to be expressed. And I'm not letting go of what keeps me sane and present and alive.
