A Letter from Namjoon

Pt. I

A letter from Namjoon:

Hey.
Do you remember me? It's okay if you don't because I still remember you. I still remember your voice, you laugh, and the way you carried yourself. Your smile, your eyes, you vibrant personality.
I still remember the bright shade of pink your cheeks would turn every time I looked at you in amazement and told you how beautiful you are. You would always ask me how and it would be always the same response; Because you're you. I still remember all the jokes and silly games we played, the photos we took, the moments we shared. I still remember the movement of your hand, your delicate fingers as they'd calmly move you applied red all over your lips, and the way they would curl up into fist as you exclaimed in protest, "I always use this one." But we both perfectly know that the red one was just for me. I still remember when I fell for you and failed to realize it sooner, which we can both agree it was one of my many mistakes.

I always thought of you. I always thought if you were okay. Your face, oh your beautiful face never failed to pop up in my head, whether I was worried sick about your or not. It's funny how I though I was strong, and can attract any girl I wanted, but I never thought how it would feel if it ever were to be the other way around. I still remember our first kiss. I still remember your lips against my own and the sweet, sweet taste of them. Oh, how could I forget?

I still remember your eyes, and the tears they developed... because of me. The look of shock and surprise on your face and the way the tears rolled down the face I still think of as beautiful. I still remember how stupid I am for breaking your heart. For letting you go and not having the audacity of running after you. I'm still an idiot, but that was probably one of the worst mistakes I've ever made. I still remember how heavy my body felt from only thinking about how broken you must have been, and how much you cried. In all honesty, I cannot even imagine.

I still remember how much I regretted hurting you and could only dream of you seeing me the same way again. Emphasize on the word dream, because that's what everyone told me. They told me to just keep dreaming, because is never going to happen, and their words struck me like a train, because it was true.

Or so I thought...