Beneath the Leaves of the Weeping Willow
Description
It was beneath these leaves where he remembered me most, where his eyes shone with a glint of recognition, where he would wrap his arms around my waist and whisper into my shoulder, “It’s you, it’s you,” until his voice blurred with sobs and gasps.
It was beneath these leaves where he held my hand, wrapping each finger in the spaces between mine, where he would tickle my waist and suffocate with laughter when I pinned him against the grass to return the gesture.
It was beneath these leaves where I met Chanyeol for the first, the second, the fiftieth, the hundredth, the last time.
Where we promised to always meet beneath the weeping willow again no matter where our lives would take us.
Foreword
I don't even know anymore, the ideas just keep popping in randomly.
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