I allowed myself to get washed away.

Washed away by your touches, washed away by the way you text me.

Surprise hugs that you give, I greedily engulf myself in them, trying to memorize everything about you. You who do not normally engage in such… close skin contact.

Everyday we would text, always with me initiating a conversation or two, with you, replying enthusiastically.

Eventually, these texts ends with “Good night, Sleep tight” followed by “Good morning”.

Butterflies in my tummy soon became a norm as I always

I allowed myself to get washed away.

I allowed myself to indulge in this feeling. Never was there an option to confess. If I had told you how I felt about you, I might lose everything

These days, I became bolder in showing my affection for you.

And you always returned those affections with

Smiling stupidly like a fool whenever I see those messages.

Your messages are the only thing I look forward to every morning.

But as we all know, all good things come to an end.

“Seul!” You excitedly called out to me with that same grin that takes my breath away everytime.

I was about to return that same smile but I realized someone else was behind you. Trailing my eyes downwards to your left hand, I saw it intertwined with that person behind you.

Mustering the greatest smile I could manage now, I gave a slight bow to the person behind you and gave you a light smack on the arm as a form of greeting.

“Who’s… this?” I asked even before I realized I hurled out those words.

“Seul, meet Eric.” You gently took your hands away from him and scoot closer to me.

He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about. You whispered.

Of course.

Throughout our meetings, both in forms of messaging or hanging out, you have always been animatedly talking about him

I know, that I would never be able to replace him. Not when you look at him with those eyes.

“Hey, I’m Eric, Wendy’s friend” He extended his hand for a friendly shake. That very hand that held yours.

“Seulgi. Nice to meet you.” I managed to croak out while taking his hand, trying to absorb your warmth.

You looked at us and gave the brightest smile that you’ve ever given and that’s when I thought.

As long as I can see you smile and be happy

I’m fine.

I will allow myself to get washed away.

Always.