A special for exo's sixth anniversary💞

I ask you, what is love? What if you told me? Sighing you say, love, love, love...it's a feeling. A beautiful feeling. You can feel so much, so little and so great. 

Once you fall in, it's hard to crawl your way back up, it'd take a miracle in December to find your way back. But, you're not alone. Love is not a promise, but a two way connection.  The other half may not be in tune, but you, you will know your own feelings.

It could last for life or it could last one day.

What do you do when you're in love? 

You smile, you laugh. You hurt. Your lover could sing for you, dance for you. Your lover is like a light saber in lights out. The star of your universe. 

Tell me, I say. Tell me your first love story.

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It's my turn to cry. My turn to wallow and break. No one can comfort me, no one. But then you came along, and fixed the broken parts of me with every kiss every heart like an xoxo, as if I was a machine. 

I started to get to know you like a girl x friend. I started looking forward to school because you were there. I used to hate school.

Others looked down on me. When I said I wanted to be a doctor they cut me down. 

"She's dreaming. She'll never make it."

Let out the beast, you told me, show them that you can be stronger. They can't bring me down. 

And so I did. Because you helped me. 

I felt happier everyday that we spent together. You brought the happiness back into my life. You were like an angel sent from heaven, you were like my savior, my peterpan. 

Something began to bloom between us. Whenever you were near, my heart burst with warmth and I thought I was having a heart attack. It was a weird sensation. My bones would tingle when we were in contact with each other. My hair, you would touch it and I'd melt with feelings I couldn't comprehend. It was like hitting the lotto.

My mama didn't know what it was; so I didn't ask her. So life went on as normal. But then something happened. We were lying on the snow, winter heat wafting through air on that Christmas Day. Our families had grown close and almost 365 days of the year had passed. The year I had met you and the year I'd found out what I want for Christmas.

We basked in the cold blanket of one of the first snows of December. I thought about how lucky I was to have you, to be able to call you my friend. You love me right, you hold me right. It's what u do that keeps me from becoming the monster I once was. I really am the lucky one in this pair. The chill of the snow beneath our backs is comforting.