Jimin

I close the bathroom door and return to him on the bed. His face is illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the windows. His mouth is curled up into a soft smile as I lower myself down beside him. I slide my arm beneath his shoulders, then lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.

I love the sound of him.

I love him. Everything about him. I love that he’s never judged me. I love that he understands me. I love that despite everything I’ve put his heart through, he’s done nothing but support my decisions, no matter how much they destroyed him at the time. I love his honesty. I love his selflessness. Most of all, I love that I’m the one who gets to love all these things about him.

“I love you,” I feel him say.

I close my eyes and listen as he continues to repeat the phrase again and again. I adjust my ear until it’s directly over his heart, savoring every single thing about him. His smell, his touch, his voice, his love.

I’ve never felt so much at once.

I’ve never needed to feel more.

I lift my head and look back down into his eyes.

He’s part of me now.

I’m part of him.

I kiss him softly on the nose and mouth and chin, then press my ear against his heart again. For the first time in my life, I hear absolutely everything.