#hello k

[samparadise21]

I love kitties 😜

[neolovergirl]

Soooooo cute peeps :3

[yoonguurt]

For WHB: Kris Wu, Seo Changbin, and Wen Junhui.

I know who you are. This is not your worst.

Wed: Kris obviously. He is the love of my life

Head: Changbin. I want him to ruin my face.

Kick iff the bed: Jun. I hate to put him here but I couldn't put the others here.

[ask-the-numpties]

YAY A DOG!!! -K

Yes. Gwyneth is rather… -NoraHow you say… -NathanielSlobbery? -KevinWe’ll go with that. -Ned

[tylerwotherspoon]

Wow I move on easily

[cosmicmania]

Infinity

The sky was clear, its blackness wrapping us like a blanket sprinkled with powdered diamond. Clouds could not be seen anywhere, and even the moon was on its hiding that night. Except for a number of planes passing by, it was just the view of the stars on the infinite sky.

It was the perfect night to watch the stars.

But my girlfriend and I originally had no intention to lie there on my roof and observe the sky. We had no other plans, actually, except for spending the entire day together for we would be celebrating our first anniversary. And that was why she stayed that night on my house.

Earlier that night while we were having our simple dinner together, she received a text message from our friend saying that there would be a meteor shower at midnight, and she gleefully reported it to me.

So right after the dinner, we cleared the table and did the dishes together, and put up a blanket on my roof. Only right after we settled down did I notice that there was something different in the beauty of the stars that night.

We lay together on my roof, watching the sky, waiting for our falling stars, her head resting on my right arm.

“Happy first anniversary, baby,” I greeted her as my phone alarmed at exactly 12 midnight.

“Happy birthday!” she half-shouted. She had this weird habit of intentionally mixing up greetings for occasions, like when she greeted me a ‘Merry Christmas’  on Valentines and ‘Happy Fathers’ Day’ on my birthday. I thought that some sort of miracle happened on the latter and she discovered she was pregnant with our baby and I was ready to conclude that it would be the best birthday gift ever, but it turned out that it was just her usual random mixed-up greeting. And now it was a ‘Happy birthday’. She was certainly nuts, but I more certainly love her.

We both laughed, our laughter echoing into the night. When it faded, there was silence.

She whispered as if afraid to break the silence, “I still can’t believe that we just turned a year together.”

Neither did I. I still could not believe our stupid little game a year ago has turned into something definitely much more serious, that the ‘relationship’ we had evolved from pretentions and lies into a real one. That we lasted that long despite all the things we’ve been through. Or even that she fell in love with me and stayed in love for that period of time. She was crazy for falling in love with me, but it was the best thing that has happened to me, and I was grateful for it.

“Me, too,” I answered her. “But you know what?”

“Hm?”

“What I really can’t believe in is that I fell for you,” I teased.

“Hah!” she exclaimed. “Like you were not head over heels for me,” she said as she lightly hit me on my stomach.

“Ouch. I have such a violent girlfriend.”

“Because you are such a liar,” and she hit me again a little bit harder.

We were laughing once more, again followed by silence.

“But you know what else?” I asked after a while of watching the sky.

“You better say something right, or I’ll slit your throat right at this moment,” she threatened me jokingly.

“You see the stars, of course?” I said after a long pause.

“Of course.”

“And you see the never-ending space?”

She nodded.

“But you know that our eyes can only see the sky up to a certain point, right?”

Nod.

“The farthest point which our eyes can see,” I said in a matter-of-factly voice, “I love you beyond those limits. I love you to infinity.” And I rolled to my side to face her.

“For that, I shall not slit your throat anymore,” she said, as she also rolled on her side so that our faces were not inches away from each other. Then, she kissed me on my lips, gently but passionately, and I tried not to let go of the kiss.

“Later,” she said as she withdrew her lips, probably discerning what I wanted to do. “Falling stars first.”

She lay on her back again with her head resting on my arm, and I watched her as she watched the sky. She was smiling—she always was, and it was one of the thousands of reasons why I love looking at her—as she gazed upon the stars, pointing out and naming Orion and the Big Dipper and all the other constellations she knew. And it was as if her eyes also belonged to those constellations.

It occurred to me how beautiful she was. Then I realized that there was not really something different in the stars that night—it was all her. The night sky sprinkled with the stars only appeared to be more beautiful because of her. It was her presence that made the sky blacker and the stars brighter, that made everything more wonderful.

And just to make things even better, the first streak of light appeared, dividing the night sky for a very short while. We both squealed upon seeing our first wishing star for that night. We were both noiseless as we waited for the other falling stars to appear as if they would get shy and not show up if they hear us and figure out that we would be watching them. Minutes later, another quick silver line glowed in the sky. Another squeal coming from her. I looked at her and, god, she was indeed more beautiful than those falling stars. It was a perfect night, as if the whole universe conspired to greet us on our anniversary.

But here was the catch: the perfection of the moment would not last long. In five days, I would be leaving, and I haven’t even mentioned it to her. I know that she already knew about this; it was just that we avoid talking about it, and she had no idea that it would be this soon. I know she wouldn’t want me to, but we both know that I would still have to go in the end.

I had chosen this path a long ago; I had long offered my life to the revolution. When I met her, things might have changed, but my decision stayed the same—only, it had been delayed. A part of me still did not want to go and just wanted to stay with her—an option previously unavailable and, of course, unconsidered, until she came into my life—but a larger part of me has been long ready to leave, for I knew that I made a decision long ago to live for and serve the people.

“I have something to tell you,” I managed to say to her.

She was silent, her eyes fixed on the sky, afraid to miss out seeing another meteor, still smiling. I could feel her happiness seeping right through her skin. I do not want that happiness to fade away, but I had to tell her everything eventually.

Should I tell her? Should I?

“How many wishing stars have you seen?” she asked, as if she did not hear me say something.

I thought for a moment. “Two, I think,” I answered her.

And twice, I had wished for that moment to never end, but I knew that they were no wishing stars but just meteors burning up as they pass through our atmosphere.

“I have already seen seven!” she merrily exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the sky.

“How come you were able to see a lot?” I asked.

“Well you could at least try to look at the sky,” she said. “And not at me. You really won’t see anything at my face. You, dork!” and she glanced upon me, catching me staring at her, and I realized that I really was just gazing at her almost the whole time.

I laughed at myself, and she laughed with me. We were so happy that night, and I don’t want to ruin it. I wanted her to remember our first anniversary as beautiful as it was right at that moment.

“What is it that you were supposed to tell me, by the way?”

I thought she did not hear me a while ago. But I had already decided not to tell her. No, not yet.

“I love you to infinity,” I told her. I wasn’t even lying at all, just choosing among truths.