No matter where we go, we'll always go back to this wouldn't we?
This was where everything started. I'll never forget how you asked me to call you Jongin - something that you'd only ask of people who you were comfortable with. You asked me to ask questions about you that you'd answer honestly. Our limbs subtly reached out to each other, careful not to cross the line, but close enough to lean on the borderlines of the limits of our "friendship".
How could I ever forget that weird, comfortable feeling of you holding my hand as you walked with me home? Our hands interlaced slowly, from the pinkies until you boldly held mine, followed by chaste kisses on the temple. But we had to run that early morning, or else your fans might be able to see you out.
It was sudden, and it was bashful. Unlike others who were so sure, we started with no I love you's. What we had was uncertain, but you made me want to stay and stop myself from leaving.
It's a phenomenon that 365 days later, we're still here to stay.












