I’d love to be blasé and nonchalant but unfortunately I was born intense and dramatic. But because I’m an introvert all this intense drama happens inside my head.

That weird mix of cute and sexy some have that is both utterly perplexing and thoroughly disarming, so sweet but so enticing, so tender yet tantalising… Lethal to the heart.

Sometimes I stare at your mouth when you speak because you’ve got the universe in your mind and stars spill out of your lips.

Ask them “what are you to each other?” and when one of them, the most adamant of them, the most resigned says, “just friends,” check their tongue for blood. Lies are pretty roses full of thorns, they scratch all the way down.

It’s all fun and games until the baby protector needs protecting and the baby turns not just intimidating but scary. Not just scary, terrifying. Then the games get even more fun.

A love like ‘are you okay? let me care of you.’ A love like ‘eat up and go to bed, I know you’re tired.’ A love like unflattering photographs you will treasure forever because they make you laugh, because of who they were taken by. A love that never sours. A love like ours.

Spoiled rotten. You misbehave and pout when you don’t get your way. Spoiled rotten. You think you’re owed whatever you want and sulk when you don’t get it. Spoiled rotten. Do what you want, ask for anything at all. I’ll kiss your pout and spoil you rotten.

Would you die for me? Would I kill for you? Those aren’t the right questions, the hard questions. Those are the easy yes. Would I try for you? Would you live for me? Would you stay? Would I? Shall we? If Heaven is you, if it’s me, let’s make our Heaven here.

I see you in shades, every warm hue the sky has ever painted the horizon. In shades, when the world around us is a backdrop of monochrome. In shades, so bright. Only when I look at you do I feel coloured in.

[tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear] you fool. you sweet nuisance. you precious annoyance.

When the prank you tried to pull on your best friend backfires and you end with up real butterflies in your stomach because the spell was supposed to expose a deep secret and theirs is that they’re in love with you.

Yours is that the butterflies have always been there. For them.

There’s always one who values their personal space and one who goes “don’t you mean OUR personal space :) ?” while shamelessly sticking as close as humanly possible

Choi Beomgyu saw his hyungs doing the most with his hips and said “yours don’t lie? Well, mine kiss and tell”

Sometimes it’s easy, simple, but sometimes it’s ‘It was always you and will only ever be you and I tried so hard for it not to be you but also didn’t try at all, because the first time you touched me you left your handprint on my heart and I’ve always known it was permanent’

Friendship ends when desire begins, huh? When our hearts get greedy. When our eyes can’t eat their fill. When hands yearn to take over. To stain everything with the touch of love. We could have been friends forever but my soul is an ugly, starving thing and you’re my only craving

Don’t ask me the colour of anything or what you just said. I was busy staring at your lips, imagining what it would be like to feel them against mine. Should I talk some more? Should I talk too much, too loud? Go on, interrupt me with a kiss. If you dare.

And run into your new neighbour who hasn’t said a word but drops a homemade pie on your doorstep every Sunday as an apology for scaring you when you found out he has a bear cub for a pet.

Today at the meadow you realise the little bear isn’t a pet.

It’s your neighbour.

You were born to be turned into poems. A source of awe, of inspiration. Your every smile is a line begging to be written, every freckle a kiss in waiting, a rhyme is progress. I could write you forever.