Space Boy | Baekyeol

t h r e e :: shining sun

I remember the note I found in my locker, the first of many.

It drifted to the ground, falling at my converse feet.

I picked it up, reading the front of that crumbled little piece of paper.

'From: Baekhyun
To: Space boy'

Meet me on the rooftop, space boy. It's high up here, and maybe if we jump far enough we can make it to the stars.

Baekhyun and his metaphors, some of which I never understood, and I'm not even sure if he did himself.

But he was a boy at the base of a mountain, but he didn't want to climb to the top; he'd much rather fly.

And as we sat on the roof top that day, his head resting on my chest, staring up at the wide sky, he whispered to me.

"You're my space boy, Chanyeol. You'll always be my space boy."

He shone brightly like a sun, illuminating even the darkest reaches of the galaxy of my soul.

And I didn't understand those words as he said them, but I definitely treasure them now.

They shine much like he did, bright and happy and beautiful.

My poetry boy, my Baekhyun.

My everything, my love.

My shining sun.