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Try this, watch Seungri, watch Jiyong...and you'll see.
Jiyong sleeps. He dreams. Gri (Jiyong centric).
And so I write. Ugly words and hurt feelings, ink on paper. My heart at my throat, I’ll throw up. I’ll puke and it’ll be messy. My chest stomped on, because I think he doesn’t love me anymore. I’m too much of a coward to ask if he does.
He can’t breathe. He chokes. He chokes. Water in his eyes, in his nose, in his mouth. In his lungs. In a fuzzy blur, he thinks he can recognize Seungri’s voice screaming his name, somewhere in the distance. Is this the end?
A snapshot at their relationship, the way they feel and the way it goes.
There’s a girl. And there’s a void. And there’s longing, anchored within. Saudade is one word for it, the Portuguese’s attempt to describe it. That term has no direct translation in English.