Her.

The one that has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

Her.

The one that has the most beautiful mermaid wave styled black hair.

Her.

The one that can even fall eventhough there's nothing in her way.

Her.

The one that has her eyes beams in excitement everytime she see a bunch of little kids.

Her. 

The one that loves strawberry milk so much till she dances a little everytime she gets a sip of it

Her. 

Probably the only one in this country who doesn't eat spicy.

Her.

The one that would run out her house everytime she has a fight with her mom.

I know every little things about her. I've known her since the day I was born. I grew up with her. I know she loves her family so much that she'd always cry in the park -specifically on the swing- everytime she had a fight with them. And she'd always call me up, and I would always show up, with a strawberry milk in my hand. I am the one that she'd always come up first in everything that had happened to her; fight with her friends, the first time she got a confession, and when she encountered embarassing  moments.

I remember everything she'd said to me.

I remember everything that scares her.

I remember everything that she likes.

We've grow up to be bestfriends

I know that I've always loved her.

And I know that she's crazily in love. She's falling hard in love.

Unfortunately, that lucky person is not me.

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"Namjoon-ah, let's hang around"

She said as she call u