I first saw those doe-like eyes as the golden disk among the background tinted with blue and orange was saying goodbye, losing its granduous splendor every second that passed by. Yet, that bright, glistening light was still captured in those innocent, chocolate colored eyes filled with wonder.

Like that bright light, my heart had also been captured and I knew he was my true love.

I followed him everyday, I was the figure in the dark he knew was there but never dared to venture.

I swallowed every passing second with him, he was my daily caramel macchiato for my mornings. He had replaced the medications the doctor said I “had to take” to stimulate my happiness. Who needed it when he released dopamine into my brain again and again into my sane mind.

Yesterday I learned the beauty’s name when he was having dinner with his family for thanksgiving. Luhan Luhan Luhan. It just flowed casually out of my tongue. Luhan Luhan Luhan. Luhan likes to wash his hair with strawberry scented shampoo. Luhan likes to eat varieties of food, but can’t cook well. Luhan Luhan Luhan.

I followed him home again that night as usual, but this time he decided to step into the shadow and call out for me, but with harshful words.

“Who are you, Stop following me!” his once smooth, soft voice started to quiver and turned into a tone I never imagined could be obtained by a delicate flower like him.

“It’s me, you’re true love! Luhan, I’m the one who sent you those flowers and those pictures of you, and you have to ad