It was Onew...
Description
I had a dream. It was just us two; maybe there were others too. We briefly met and you then pulled me into a hug.
On hindsight, it felt like it was a hug shared between two deeply connected people: old friends; missed lovers; the feared lost chance. I did not know. I thought it was a normal hug.
I remember you extended the hug. I was pulling to let go, not knowing our connection. But you stopped me. You held me tighter. No words were said. Nothing else was done. It was a brief memory, this dream. It was only a hug.
But it now kills me inside, to remember this dream. Because I felt your sincerity; I felt your desire to never let me go.
A collection of my one-shots and drabbles written because,
It was Onew.
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Foreword
I have decided to pull all of the random bits and pieces I write about my bias into one place. Previously they were scattered as individual stories or in blog posts.
My feelings. My words. My daydreams (or actual real dreams).
ONEW: FOR THE LAST SONG, I WANNA SAY A WORD. NO, CAN I SAY A SENTENCE? THANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY LIFE. #SWC2SG
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