He looks so beautiful, standing up there under the lights. He looks so beautiful, standing there in all white. He looks so beautiful, the color of his hair turning into a halo around his head.

He is ethereal, and he hurts me.

He stands in flowers, all white, besides a piano, white, in front of an orchestra, but they’re wearing black, as if not to steal the show away.

Because baby, he is the show. He is the show and more; he is the stage.

He stands up there with a commanding presence. He sings with tears shining in his eyes and fingers caressing the microphone and he is a born singer.

And then the confetti comes fluttering down and he closes his eyes and looks down and then the song is over and I--

I still can’t forget his gaze, when he looked into the camera, when he met my eyes, oceans away, years into the future. He holds me captivated, and I, I am just here to stay.

He’s got my heart, and he’ll never know, and I am beyond hurting, but it still does anyway.

I love you, Kim Sunggyu.