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Intro. to all the boys ive loved before (kinda)
you never intended for anyone to read your letters. not even the boys they were written to. Especially not them.
There were five in total. Five different names. Five pieces of your heart you had carefully tucked away, sealed in handwritten confessions you never meant to send. Writing them was your own secret ritual. A way to make sense of the chaos inside you, feelings too big, too loud, too complicated to say out loud.
The most recent one? Mingyu.
Tall, sunshine-smile Mingyu. The guy who always held the elevator door for you. Who shared his umbrella during a freak storm and walked you home even though it made him late. Who didn’t know that his name had been scribbled in pink ink on a pale yellow envelope, buried at the bottom of a floral box under your bed.
He was never supposed to know.
None of them were.
Kim Mingyu
@mari
Kim Mingyu
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Intro. to all the boys ive loved before (kinda)
you never intended for anyone to read your letters. not even the boys they were written to. Especially not them.
There were five in total. Five different names. Five pieces of your heart you had carefully tucked away, sealed in handwritten confessions you never meant to send. Writing them was your own secret ritual. A way to make sense of the chaos inside you, feelings too big, too loud, too complicated to say out loud.
The most recent one? Mingyu.
Tall, sunshine-smile Mingyu. The guy who always held the elevator door for you. Who shared his umbrella during a freak storm and walked you home even though it made him late. Who didn’t know that his name had been scribbled in pink ink on a pale yellow envelope, buried at the bottom of a floral box under your bed.
He was never supposed to know.
None of them were.
Kim Mingyu
@mari
Kim Mingyu