growing older with someone you love, looking back at the years and realizing you still feel as deeply as you did then - there is no better nostalgia.

a thread of #jeongcheol through the years;
the burden of having just met but immediately knowing that it& #39;ll become something special,
the first few steps are the hardest with storms of uncertainty and grumbles of fear,
but when it rains there& #39;ll be an umbrella anyway,
and when it gets cold there& #39;s someone to keep you warm,
youth lends itself well to tenderness and sweetness and unspoilt contentment,
but youth is not gentle - it makes you shake and loosen your grip on the things you hold so tightly dear,
so you hang on to whatever hangs on to you,
small reminders - mementos of liminal spaces and liminal dreads,
things change and you let them,
moments start slipping away and you let them,
but there are certain things you want to keep - his hands, his gaze, the love that survived the crazy days,
you wouldn& #39;t stop time even if you could,
because the moments get better with more memories behind them,
you& #39;d wish for time to be suspended and you& #39;d wish for it to be in your hands,
but time does you good, it reminds you that though tides move continously through a river,
but they don& #39;t change the way the earth beneath is shaped,
though the leaves of trees may fall every autumn,
its branches will stay firm and preserving until the next spring,
then you realize,
all will be well,
you& #39;ll have fun and you& #39;ll smile,
you won& #39;t even notice how things have changed,
even when smiles are shaped differently and lines are etched into once smooth skin,
because even if different storms trouble you now, the same shelter hugs you and protects you from the rain,
although your laugh is mixed with different sounds, the joy is still the same,
although callouses have now formed on nimble fingers, the touch of the palm is just as warm,
so now you know better, you know now that happiness is not aged by time,
it is kept in a capsule for the hardest times and the harshest seasons that will come,
for when the fatigue comes, and oh it will,
you will not be alone,
and for when after the tiredness is shaken from your bones and the triumph is in reach,
you will not forget,
you will feel how happiness has not left you at all,
because one person has not left you at all,
has not left you lonely, afraid, loveless, nor uncertain,
and so now you know even better,
happiness is not kept where you cannot reach it,
happiness is kept with the person by your side,
it is not kept frozen in a sliver of time,
no, it grows, it grows with your bodies and your minds,
it grows with the promises of love and the promise of "for all time,"
it matures much like love,
does that mean & #39;happy& #39; is not giddy or giggly?
no, i don& #39;t think so,
the child-like wonder, the bubbles in your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach,
you will hold these inside you - preciously, wonderfully, unwaveringly - even when you feel like youth has lost you,
even when others can& #39;t see the youth left in you,
something inside you will sing when something reminds you of five years ago,
of first meetings, first talks, first fights,
of the first cherished memories - filled with love and laughter and a hopeful promise for a future of achieved dreams;
there is no sweeter nostalgia than seeing your youth in the face of your lover,
and seeing his eyes mirror the sentiment back to you,
oh, to grow old with each other would be such a dream,
because my happiness anchors to the years spent beside him,
learning about each other and the world and how the world is each other,
looking to a future filled with youth and family and friends and dreams and passion and love and happiness and nostalgia -
a future of looking forward and looking back,
to catch a glimpse of who we were before,
to see how much we& #39;ve grown, more truthful, more understanding, more in love,
to see how we kept by each other& #39;s side and looked into each other& #39;s eyes when we were so unsure of the future ahead,
to see how the happiness wasn& #39;t kept in a bottle by time but instead grew with us with every new memory,
to see how our sanctuaries never changed despite moving from city to city and flying from continent to continent,
to see how youth never escaped us in the form of child-like wonder and dream-like contentment,
to see how our promises have always been kept.
[end of thread]
jeongcheol au - ish (?)

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