He took everything away from her.

She gave him everything and more. 

Oh Sehun spread his arms in the air as if they were wings. 

The wind against his face was like a gentle hand caressing every muscle and skin visible, it was cool but gentle.

He stared at the sun, his eyes started to water, but he doesn’t look away. It was beautiful, yet painful.

Its warmth was like a thousand peck of kisses,

Kissing his eyes, nose, cheeks, and his lips.

The wind, the sun, the rain,

The smell of flowers, the birds chirping, the waves, everything

It all reminded him of her.

She was like the wind.

She was always beside him, never leaving his side.  

And just like the wind her hands felt cool, but gentle against his.

So gentle that sometimes he thought he was indeed holding the wind.

He can still remember vividly how her long black-shiny hair swayed back and forth.

And how he used to hold and plant kisses to it.

The smell her lavender-scent shampoo still lingers.

And as the wind comes, her dress would dance at the same time.

He used to not like the wind, it was annoying, and sometimes it was a sign that a big storm was coming.

But she would always spread her arms and smile like she belonged to the wind.

In the back of his head he would hear her soft voice whispering,

‘Don’t fight the wind, instead dance with it.’

How can he be so deaf and blind?

He should have opened his eyes a long time ago and looked for her.

He should have listened more carefully to the sound of her laughter.

He should have stopped blaming everything and everyone.

It was his entire fault.

He should have blamed himself for missing out on everything, for having a miserable life.

Instead of sulking in his room and drowning himself into work,

He should have hoped inside his car and went for a drive at the beach.

There he would have found a girl sitting alone on the sand barefoot and silently sketching in her little notebook.

He would have parked his car, and walk to where she was, and he would sit near her.

She wouldn’t even notice him, because she’s to engulf in her sketching.

But that’s alright.

The silence didn’t bother him, he actually found the sound of the pencil led, along with the rumbling waves soothing and relaxing.

 Every day he would always come back and he would find her, sitting in the same exact place.

And silently he would sit at his usual place.

Every day he would come back, until finally she would look up to him with her dark-chocolate brown eyes meeting his.

He would smile to her and she would smile back.

If only he did all of those.

He would have all the time in the world to love her.

If only he had wings,

He would fly to her