To this day even, I don't know if what I felt then was love. All I know is that I had grown strong attached feelings towards him; so strong that I began to count down the days 'til his next visit. He was special, the only color in my world between white walls. And as the year passed, his visits became less frequent. Even when his classmates came, Chanyeol didn't come. I began wondering if something had happened to him and even contemplated asking his teacher, but his letters still reached my hospital room every Tuesday at exactly 8:25AM so I didn't question anymore.
Growing up, the only home I knew was the children's hospital where I spent most of my childhood. I was a sickly child. Someone who couldn't do much because of his severe asthma, that was me. I could barely go outside and kick a ball, but that didn't stop me from doing it. The other children at the hospital were the best siblings and friends I ever had and the nurses and doctors were the only parent figures I knew. The plain white walls of the room I slept in were my clouds; the blue curtain that seperated my half of the room from another child's became my sky and sometimes my ocean, and the TV my source of adventure.
My name is Byun Baekhyun and this hospital is my home.
At the age of six, a group of first graders began visiting our hospital and by that time, I had gained more control over my asthma. It's wasn't that I was anything special, but there was this kid who-whenever he visited-came running to find me first. He had a pair of unbelievably hopeful eyes hidden behind thick black glasses and an unwaveringly bright smile that could brighten up any room. He had big ears that stuck out from his dark fringe and a distinctly high-pitched voice that when he laughed, sounded like a dolphin.
His name was Park Chanyeol.
Whenever he visited with his classmates and teacher every Saturday, he didn't fail to look for me the moment he stepped off the elevator and onto the sixth floor. I still remember, he loved to tell the dumbest jokes in that uniquely feminine voice of his and laugh at them himself in that horribly squeaky way because he found them so extremely hilarious. He was a very animated character, especially when he told his creative yet meaningless stories. But despite his tasteless sense of humor, I laughed.
Whenever he visited, he often wore a graphic tee underneath his plaid shirts and a pair of shorts that reached his knees. In the left pocket of his shirt, there was always a small white feeding bottle that he often forgot to leave home every morning, and it especially sparked my interest because it looked similar to my inhaler. And when I asked him what it was, he didn't hesitate to explain that it was for his pet ferret which he had lovingly named Taehee after the actress Kim Taehee despite it being a boy.
And because I was young then, I thought he was ugly and weird.
But despite his childish features then, there was something I couldn't forget about him. Maybe it was the way he looked at me as if I was the one person he had been searching for his six years alive. Or maybe it was the way he smiled at me as if I was the only person he smiled at that way. Or maybe it was because every word he wrote in our childhood letters felt like they had a deeper meaning. Or maybe it was simply because he was special.
Whatever the reason, Park Chanyeol just wasn't easy to forget.
To this day even, I don't know if what I felt then was love. All I know is that I had grown strong attached feelings towards him; so strong that I began to count down the days 'til his next visit. He was special, the only color in my world between white walls. And as the year passed, his visits became less frequent. Even when his classmates came, Chanyeol didn't come. I began wondering if something had happened to him and even contemplated asking his teacher, but his letters still reached my hospital room every Tuesday at exactly 8:25AM so I didn't question anymore.
And because to this day I still receive his letters, I know I'll meet him again.
Next fall, I will be attending Baram High School for my senior year after having been home-schooled for seventeen years. When I told Chanyeol this, he wrote back explaining that he didn't attend that school, but he would find a way for us to meet up and catch up sometimes.
Because of Chanyeol, I learned to hold hope by the reigns and tie it down so that it would never be able to abandon me again. Because of Chanyeol, I learned to never let any thorn stab me in the foot and stop me from doing what I wanted. Because of Chanyeol, I will never give up, even if my world cannot expand pass these white walls that I live in.
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