“He is the closest one to heaven. The closest that I’ll ever be. I don’t think they’d understand how much you make me happy”

It was the beginning of his freshmen year when Sehun suddenly had fallen for the schools popular boy. He was writing like he always does when he suddenly got hit in the face with a soccer ball. He remembered seeing the pink haired boy running over to him to apologize for hitting him with such force. But he didn’t mind. Because if it weren’t for that hit, he wouldn’t have gotten to see such a beauty.

“Did you read the poems this morning?” “I really love his poems” “He writes the best ones! So real and it’s like you can really understand what he is feeling”

Sehun was one of the schools secret poets. A group of fellows walked over to him and told him about how they liked his paper he wrote for a contest. They offered him to join their club and he gladly accepted. At first he thought his poems were trash and simple. He had no thoughts whatsoever that he waited until he got some ideas to be able to write down. And soon all the pieces came together like a puzzle. The day he laid his eyes on the other, was the inspirations he was waiting for.

He would see him from a far as he jot down all he could that came to his mind when he saw him. His smile, his laughter, his actions and feelings. He didn’t want to miss a single detail. He would look at him from head to toe and admire each and every single little thing.

“His eyes were the kind you could fall deeply into that you may even sink inside to the point you couldn’t come out. His cheeks were ever so blooming like a rose growing in an empty garden”

As days passed by the feelings simply grew and grew. Grew from being in love with a stranger, to loving a person he seemed to know. Just by looking at him with his eyes he could imagine how soft his lips would feel. That with just one kiss he would get too addicted. Out of all the beautiful roses he saw, he picked the one that standed out the most. The daisy.

“You were the boy I fell deeply in love with. The one I would dear miss if you never came back to my sight. You were the cause of the butterflies dancing in my stomach. And you were the one that made me realize that I was never alone in this world in the first place”

He knew the more he hid these feelings, the more they would hurt. He knew that when he opens up, there is no way back. He knew he couldn’t rush but he knew he couldn’t wait.

Rainy days passed by when he no longer saw him for such a long time. He wondered where he could be. Where he went off to. He would sit alone in his room and try to picture him near. When he remembered his smiled he felt the coldness go away and the warmth coming in. He was the one he was waiting for. The one he wanted to be deeply near.

For as long as he remembered he never spotted the boy ever since. It pained him so much he stopped writing poems and ended up writing nothing but nothing at all. He felt hopeless and useless for losing what he could have had.

“He wasn’t mine. But the tug of my heart felt so loose that if you simply taped it once, it would easily break”

He left the papers blank and for the ink to never meet.

He stopped going to school and stopped everything he ever did so. He stared at his blank walls for hours and hours. Falling apart piece by piece. Waking up each morning to one more thought of him like he was a nightmare but only a beautiful one. One that you couldn’t forget no matter how much you tried to. He stayed away from the world for he thought they didn’t understand how broken he was. He stopped with the whispering and started with the tears.

Who knows how long he waited or how long he stopped. But who said he ever did? His mind? Maybe. But his heart? Didn’t.

After who knows how long, when the storm finally passed, he decided to appear once again. He waited for the boy at the front of the gate and when he never appeared, he knew it was too late. As his back turned around, he suddenly stopped. For someone was calling him, not so far. He looked back once more and his eyes met the others. He felt the urge to run into his arms, feel his warm to hope that it would comfort him after so long.

“I love him. I love him. I love him. I really do so, he was the words I wrote on the sand and the poem I wrote every day. He was my sunshine when it suddenly began to rain. And I wish I could just tell you, everything I knew. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes. I know I can’t give up, for my feelings can’t be let go, but stay for a while. More than you should ever know. And maybe one day i’ll appear. At your doorsteps maybe. To tell you, that you were my sun moon stars and rain”

He knew all along. Who the words came from.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said Sehun once he found him sitting in the same place he always is. He didn’t say anything to him as he stood up. “I was afraid” “I didn’t know what to do. You were so...enchanting” the pink haired boy smiled that smile he dearly loved. “And I wondered what you were doing all this time. Why you were so distant. For a second I thought you hated me or something. But when friends asked me to read the poems I read each last one. And I tied all of them together. From you to them. I couldn’t imagine how much you could write by looking at a simple person like me” “You aren’t simple. You’re much more than that” the pink haired boy shook his head before embracing the other into a hug.

Even till now he hears the heartbeating. He felt the warmth he never got to touch. The kisses he never got to taste. The fingers he didn’t get to lace. He felt it all. And he loved it. Every little last bit.