each year cause he’s never been afraid to feel every emotion with his entire being. he loves to wake up every morning a little earlier than omi and give a small smile at his sleeping face, brushing the curls away from his forehead, a kiss on his temple

feeling the sun caressing his skin when stands up, thanking the universe for the life he’s living. the life he was given. but what fills his heart to the brim without fail happens while brewing coffee, hearing soft footsteps from the bedroom, seeing pale arms dotted with moles