You're strangers to me,

You're all enigmas in the dark,

When I write about you,

I seem to forget you exist somewhere.

But that night I saw you on the television,

you were so real to me.

When you walked across that magenta carpet,

I felt like you could actually see me.

You were in my country,

and you spoke my language.

That HD TV screen was nothing

in comparison to the usual filters and photoshop.

I'll always remember

Seokjin's air kisses, and

Yoongi's sweet smile, and

Hoseok's joyous excitement, and

Namjoon's beautiful speech, and

Jimin's polite confusion, and

Taehyung's confident gaze, and

Jeongguk's adorable shyness.

I'll remember the overwhelming moment

that your name was called.

The moment you walked onto the stage,

unsure of how to accept the American award.

My heart has never been so full

as it was in that moment.

I knew you for real,

and I knew I loved you.

I was shaking as you took the trophy;

I was too overwhelned to hear the speech.

You were calmer than I was,

than many ARMYs were.

And I'm glad for that,

because it means

that when I leave,

there will be so many that love you.