Mid Summer
In which this story would not talk about the season — Summer. Instead, it would talk about how the story progressed. If you remembered, I had written a diary about me, feeling alive after talking to this Jaemin guy. Apparently, he became my boyfriend two months ago. When he agreed to my boyfriend proposal, I felt like the happiest person alive. Suddenly the cold night did not seem so cold anymore because I was embracing him.
He became my muse; source of inspiration for me even though I dared not admit it. He became the Sun to my day; the person from whom I gained energy. He became my world; for whom I function. He became my universe; as he was the very first thought when I open my eyes after a deep slumber and my last thought before I venture my ways to dreamland.
After being with him for two months, I became certain that my life would never be the same anymore.
Just like Spring, he was safe.
Just like Summer, he was magical.
Happy 11, my muse.
