For my twitter friends, if you reached this page, thank you for wanting to read this short story I came up with. 🤭
The “I” in the story represents yourself, or anyone.
The “him” in the story was defined after Kyungsoo. It could be ‘him’ in the story, or again, anyone.
Let’s move on to the story, shall we? 🤭
It was a one sunny day in July.
I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of birds chirping. “I hope it’s a good day”, I said. I got up and fixed my bed, went to greet my mom, dad, and prince—my pupper, a good morning. The sun is up so high today, I can barely look at the sky without it hurting my eye. If I were to choose between rainy days or sunny days, I would most likely choose the first one. Rainy days are calming, for me—it makes me forget the things that worries me for awhile. It lets me keep my cool. But as much as I love it when it rains, sunny days are on a new level. Sunny days, for me, is that time when anything is possible. It’s for you to go out, meet with your friends, enjoy the company of the people you love, or even the possibility of meeting your first love.
First love.
When I think about this word, I think about him; how his eyes shine when he speaks of the things he love, how he shyly laugh whenever he receives compliments, how funny and serious he can get, and how much I’d do anything for him to be happy.
I went out for a little walk to catch some fresh air. Got my second cup of coffee from my favorite coffee shop. Yes, I love all things coffee. After a few minutes, I passed by this newly opened flower shop, just a few blocks away the coffee shop. I went in and thought of buying some flowers since the vases at home are empty because for some reasons, flowers seemed to dry easily when it’s hot.
I got my pick—I went for a bunch of daisies. Sure, it’s not something you’ll usually have at home but I love daisies for a reason. I love how small and fragile they look like, I love their white and yellow combination, but mostly I love the meaning behind daisies—it may look small and fragile, but they symbolized purity, innocence, and new beginnings. I love how it always remind me that every day has an end, and tomorrow, we can do better and we can be better. For me, it also means new chances and opportunities.
I am about to go to the counter and pay for my daisies when someone who looks like he’s in his mid 20’s entered the shop. He was wearing this oversized light colored suit, paired with denim washed shorts, a neck tie, and a pair of black shoes. “Someone’s proposing”, I thought to myself. He looked like he’s about to buy flowers and go straight up to propose to someone, or I could be wrong.
“It’s him”, I quietly said to myself. I couldn’t even wink or think for a moment. It’s him. He’s here. I saw him pick a bunch of white roses and had it arranged. I see him smiling happily. He’s happy, genuinely happy. I saw him smile like that before. When he’s happy, you really can see it in how his eyes folds, how his smile widens. I’m glad.
From what I’ve heard when he’s getting the roses arranged, he is proposing. I was right.
That’s when it dawned on me; sometimes, someone’s happiness matters more than ours—it’s what makes our love unconditional and true. I know that I love him, but I wish for his happiness even when it means spending the rest of his life with someone else. That’s love. We will hurt, but we’ll surely move one, and love again.
To my first love, it finally came. You already found that one person you’re gonna spend the rest of your days with. I hope she continues to bring that smile on your face—that smile I always wanted to see. I hope she brightens your days as how much you brighten mine, I hope she takes good care of you, and love you until you both are grey and old—for you, my love, deserves all things best, and you deserve the world.
END.
Now, if you reached this far, thank you for taking the time to read. Leave me a comment on the twitter post this was linked to with your favorite line from this short story. I would love to know which line/s moved you. 🥺🥰
Thank you so much!
Dream, Ella 