I suddenly thought of this: The purple gift box that Bangtan said would be opened in 19 years.
I think back 19 years. 19 years later, he's still the same person I loved back then. He's still walking the path he loves. I'm still by his side. It's no longer the slow, melancholic music, the heartfelt lyrics, and the warm, deep voice, but rather artistic, contemplative photographs that I can never quite fully understand. Even with work or family responsibilities, I still diligently dedicate my days off to browsing his online gallery for new works, or frantically searching for tickets and traveling far and wide to find the venue for his photo exhibition.
And so we grew up together, matured together, and changed together. Who knows, maybe one day he won't be the idol surrounded by bodyguards anymore, but just an ordinary photographer. One day, wandering the streets of some unfamiliar place, what would I do if I met the guy I love?
I thought about withdrawing, but I couldn't. I only grew to like him more and more, to care for him a little more. It's not really a hobby, because I could let go, but I can never stop caring about him. I just hope that 19 years from now, I'll still remember him, be by his side, and maybe, if I ever meet him again, I can proudly say how wonderful the person I love was.
Written on September 20, 2020
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