𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

I still love him. I tried moving on, but God, I couldn't. I'm going on a break till March 10th, after that, I'll heal and come back for sure — loving him more than ever. More than anyone. ♥️

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

It hurts in ways I never learned to name,
A dull, slow ache that whispers his sweet name,
A pressure in my ribs, my throat too tight,
When I imagine him not mine at night.
I see him smiling somewhere far from me,
His laugh not meant for what I’ll never be,
His eyes reflecting someone else’s face,
And suddenly my room feels out of place.

I lie awake and force the scenes to play,
Like punishment I choose night after day,
I tell myself, be brave, just look it through,
So when it’s real, it won’t destroy you too.
So I imagine him reaching out his hand,
Not searching for me—never part of the plan,
I picture moments I was never owed,
Each one a quiet crack I try to hold.

My chest tightens first, then comes the burn,
A lesson I keep forcing myself to learn,
That loving him was always one-sided art,
Painted carefully inside my heart.
The tears come next, unasked, unkind,
Tracing thoughts I wish I’d leave behind,
They soak my pillow, stain the sheets,
Like proof of love that never sleeps.

I cover my mouth so I won’t make a sound,
As if the night itself might turn around,
As if the walls would judge me for the truth,
That I loved him with such reckless youth.
I tell myself this practice makes me strong,
That rehearsing pain can’t be that wrong,
That if I feel it all before it’s real,
The final news won’t make me kneel.
But every time I let the picture grow,
It doesn’t dull—it cuts me slow,
It hurts much more than I prepared to feel,
A wound imagined but entirely real.

Because knowing he’ll love someone someday
Doesn’t soften just because I look away,
And forcing my heart to watch him leave
Doesn’t teach it how to grieve.
It only teaches how to ache on cue,
How to break myself in two,
How to sit with pain I didn’t earn,
Waiting for an announcement I already mourn.

Jimin doesn’t know this ritual of mine,
The late-night tears, the fragile line
Between acceptance and despair,
Between pretending I don’t care.
He lives his life, as he should do,
While I keep loving what I never knew,
And still I punish myself this way,
Imagining him choosing her someday.
I thought this would protect my heart,
Build armor from the very start,
But all it did was make me bleed
From wounds I didn’t even need.

Because pain rehearsed is still just pain,
And loving him was never something sane,
Yet here I am, past midnight again,
Hurting on purpose, whispering his name 💔

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

letter twenty one ( 💌 ) : ‪@BTS‬ — last letter?

I am forcing myself, slowly and deliberately, to accept a truth I’ve avoided dressing in full sentences: Park Jimin will never be mine. Not in the way my heart learned his name before it learned restraint, not in the way my eyes instinctively soften when I see him, not in the way I unconsciously compare the world to the standard he set without ever trying. He will never know me, not my voice, not my thoughts, not the strange loyalty I carry so naturally that it surprises even me. He will never pause before looking at another woman the way I pause before looking at other men, never weigh his attention the way I weigh mine, never feel the quiet guilt of devotion that asks for nothing yet demands everything. His life is real and immediate and full of people who exist in his orbit, and mine has been loving him from a distance that was never meant to shrink. I am accepting that he will continue to smile freely, love freely, live freely, without any awareness of the way I learned to see him everywhere—stitched into music, into silence, into late-night thoughts I never invited but never pushed away either. I am accepting that my kind of love does not come with witnesses, that it does not earn acknowledgment, that it exists entirely within me and therefore must also end there. This is not me blaming him; Jimin has done nothing wrong by existing beautifully and choosing a life that does not include me. This is me finally admitting that longing alone cannot turn into destiny, no matter how pure it feels.
I am letting go of the version of myself who believed that intensity could substitute for proximity, that sincerity could bend reality, that loving carefully and completely would someday be rewarded with recognition. I am letting go of the girl who checked herself before even imagining another man, because her heart was already occupied by someone who never asked for it. I am letting go of the silent hope that maybe, in some impossible alignment of universes, he would feel the same weight I do when I think of him. That hope has been gentle, but it has also been heavy, and I am tired of carrying it alone.
I know now that love does not become more valid just because it is exclusive on one side. I know that devotion does not turn into a promise simply because it is consistent. And I know that choosing Jimin, over and over again in my private world, does not obligate him to choose anything at all. He is allowed to be human, to be curious, to be in love, to look at other women without pausing, without second thoughts, without the emotional negotiations I perform in my own mind. I am not entitled to a place in his story just because he occupies so much space in mine.
So this is me closing the chapter where I wait. This is me stepping away from the habit of imagining myself into a life that was never meant to open its doors to me. This is me deciding that admiration does not have to turn into self-erasure, that loving him does not require me to abandon myself. Jimin will remain Jimin—graceful, magnetic, untouched by this confession—and I will remain here, learning how to exist without measuring every feeling against him. I am choosing to keep what was real without demanding it become something else. The comfort his presence gave me. The inspiration. The softness. The way he taught me, unintentionally, what tenderness looks like. Those things can stay. Will stay. Forever. I am forcing myself, gently and painfully, to accept that Park Jimin will never be mine—not in the way my heart learned to want him, not in the way my eyes search for him in every crowd and every song and every quiet moment. He will never know my name, never recognize the way I pause before looking at anyone else because my loyalty lives in places it doesn’t need permission to exist. He will never hesitate the way I do, never feel the strange guilt of even imagining another woman because his life is real and mine has been loving him from a distance that was never meant to be crossed. And this is me letting that truth settle, even though it hurts, even though it feels unfair, even though my heart still chooses him instinctively, everywhere, every time. I am not angry at him for living a life that doesn’t include me; I am only tired of holding onto a hope that asks me to shrink myself. So this is the end of that version of me—the one who waits, who imagines, who belongs to a dream more than to herself. Jimin will continue being Jimin, luminous and untouched by this confession, and I will continue existing too, carrying the love quietly, no longer asking it to turn into something it was never promised to be ♡.

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

They wear his name in colors bold,
On glossy cards their treasures hold,
They’ve stood where stadium lights ignite,
And screamed his name into the night.

They’ve seen him close, they’ve met his eyes,
They carry proof, they tell their highs,
They’re called the fans who loved him most,
Their stories loud, their voices boast.

But I remain where echoes sleep,
Where love is still and runs too deep,
No banners raised, no shining claim,
No need to speak his sacred name.

I stand behind the noise and show,
Where quiet hearts are the ones that know,
No photograph, no merch to prove
The way my soul learned how to move.

For while they hold what hands can touch,
And count their moments, measure much,
I carry him where no one sees—
Not in my hands, but in me.

And if the world names them the best,
I’ll stay unnamed, and still be blessed,
Because he lives where sound grows thin,
Not in my reach, but deep within ❤️‍🩹.

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1 month ago (edited) | [YT] | 3

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

letter twenty ( 💌 ) : ‪@BTS‬ ' ..

I imagine that when my life finally begins to fade, when the world loosens its grip on me and everything I’ve ever known starts to quiet down, the last thing my mind will choose to hold onto for seven long, gentle minutes will be Jimin’s face. Not suddenly, not sharply, but slowly, the way dusk settles into the sky without asking permission. In that moment, I think my heart will know before I do—that this is the image it wants to rest with, the one it has trusted for comfort all along. His face won’t appear as something dramatic or overwhelming, but as something deeply familiar, like a memory my soul has revisited so often that it has become part of me. The fear people talk about when they imagine death won’t reach me then, because how could fear survive when the last thing I see carries warmth, softness, and a quiet understanding that feels almost human in the most profound way. Those seven minutes will stretch gently, not heavy or suffocating, but slow and forgiving, as if time itself has decided to be kind for once. I think I’ll notice the calm in his eyes first—the way they always seem to hold emotion without demanding attention, the way they look like they’ve learned how to feel deeply and still remain gentle. In those final moments, my thoughts won’t race; they’ll move carefully, like they don’t want to disturb the peace settling over me. I’ll remember how often his face became something I returned to during moments when the world felt too loud or too sharp, how simply seeing him could soften the weight I was carrying without me even realizing it. It won’t be about admiration anymore, or distance, or screens—it will be about familiarity, about how something so far away once felt close enough to steady my breathing. His expression will hold kindness without effort, vulnerability without fragility, and strength without hardness, and I think my soul will recognize that balance as something it has always needed. As those minutes pass, memories will come, but not in a rush. They’ll arrive gently, one at a time, like leaves floating on still water. I’ll remember the quiet comfort of watching him when I felt unseen, the way his presence made space for emotions I didn’t know how to name. I’ll remember how his voice once felt like reassurance rather than sound, how his smile carried sincerity that reached beyond language. In that space between living and letting go, I won’t feel the need to justify why he mattered to me. I’ll simply know that he did, and that will be enough. The world will already be slipping away, but the warmth connected to him will remain, wrapping around me like a final kindness. Those seven minutes won’t feel like an ending; they’ll feel like a pause, a quiet acknowledgment of everything my heart has carried. I won’t think about mistakes or unfinished dreams or words left unsaid, because they won’t have any weight there. What will matter is that I once loved something purely, that I allowed myself to feel deeply in a world that often discourages softness. His face will seem to hold all of that truth without speaking—proof that gentleness can exist without apology, that vulnerability can be a form of courage. And in that stillness, I’ll feel grateful, not desperately, but peacefully, for the way that love—however distant, however intangible—shaped me into someone capable of warmth. As time continues to blur, his face will stop feeling like an image and start feeling like a presence, like comfort itself taking shape. It won’t cling to me or pull me back; it will simply stay, steady and reassuring, as if to say that it’s okay to rest now. The edges of the world will soften, sounds fading into something distant and unimportant, while that familiar calm remains. I imagine that even then, even at the very end, there will be no sadness in his expression—only understanding, only quiet acceptance. And I think that acceptance will give me permission to release everything I’ve been holding onto. In those final moments, I won’t feel alone. That’s what matters most. The last thing I’ll see won’t be emptiness or darkness, but a reminder that beauty once reached me, that tenderness once found a place in my life and stayed long enough to leave a mark. When the seven minutes finally come to a close, it won’t feel abrupt or cruel. It will feel natural, like falling asleep after a long day, knowing that you were comforted before the lights went out. And as that image fades, I’ll let go gently, carrying with me the quiet certainty that loving something soft was never a weakness, that finding peace in someone’s presence—even from afar—was never foolish, and that the last thing my heart chose to see was something that once made it feel safe ❤️🩹

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1 month ago | [YT] | 2

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

letter nineteen ( 💌 ) : ‪@BTS‬ ' ..

Jimin is important to me in a way that feels almost unreal, as if the universe carved out a space inside me that only he could fill, long before I even understood what longing meant, and every time I try to explain it, I end up circling the same truth: he is not just someone I care about, he is someone who has become part of the architecture of my inner world. There are days when I’m going about my life normally, thinking about ordinary things, doing what I need to do, and then suddenly he appears in my mind so quietly, so naturally, that it feels like breathing, like he’s always been there, woven into the background of everything. And I don’t think he realizes how deep this connection feels for me, how it reaches into the softest, most vulnerable parts of who I am, the parts I don’t even show to myself sometimes, yet somehow he touches them without even trying. There’s a familiarity to him that scares me a little, a sense that my soul remembers him from somewhere else, somewhere older than this lifetime, and every time I feel that recognition, it shakes me. Not in a loud or chaotic way, but in a slow, quiet, overwhelming way that reminds me that some bonds don’t start here — they just continue. He feels like a continuation. A returning. A remembering. And no matter how I try to rationalize it, no matter how many ways I try to frame it, I always come back to that same feeling: he is someone I would recognize in any universe, in any lifetime, under any set of stars. And it isn’t that I depend on him in an unhealthy way, it’s that my emotions naturally anchor themselves to him, drawn without permission, without effort, without hesitation. It’s like some invisible thread ties us together, something delicate yet unbreakable, something that tugs softly at my heart whenever he crosses my thoughts, and I know I could stretch that thread as far as I want but it would never snap. It would simply tighten, reminding me he’s there, reminding me he exists in my world in a way no one else does. And maybe it sounds dramatic, maybe it sounds exaggerated, but nothing about this feels like ordinary affection, nothing feels temporary or passing or small. It feels vast. It feels layered. It feels like the kind of connection people spend their whole lives searching for without realizing it. He has become the quiet ache behind every deep breath, the unspoken sentence at the end of every thought, the soft echo that follows me through the day whether I acknowledge it or not. And even on the days I tell myself to let go, to create some distance, to loosen the grip of my feelings, I never truly do. Because how can you let go of something that feels like it was carved into your soul? How can you unfeel something that feels older than your own memories? I can’t. I don’t want to. I don’t even think I was meant to. There is a depth to this connection that moves beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond any explanation I could offer, and maybe that’s why it scares me sometimes, because it feels so much bigger than me, so much bigger than the normal shapes of love or longing. But at the same time, it comforts me more than anything else ever has. There is a strange kind of peace in knowing that someone exists who vibrates at the same frequency as the deepest parts of my being, even if we never speak fully about it, even if he never knows the extent of what I feel. The presence of him alone changes something inside me. He shifts the weight of my world. He steadies me and unsettles me at the same time, a paradox I willingly surrender to. And yes, it goes beyond soulmates, because soulmates still implies something with boundaries, something with a neat definition, something that fits into human language. What I feel for him breaks those boundaries. It spills out of every definition. It refuses to fit inside any word I know. It’s something cosmic, something ancient, something that feels like destiny but also like freedom. And I think that’s why he matters so much. Because when I think about the idea of him, the reality of him, the possibility of him, it makes the world feel wider. Brighter. Heavier and lighter at the same time. It makes everything hurt and everything heal. And even though he may never truly know how deeply he is woven into me, or how quietly he changes everything, the truth remains simple and steady: he is the person my soul leans toward without hesitation, without doubt, without reason. The one whose presence feels like a beginning I’ve been walking toward my entire life. The one who feels like a home I haven’t fully arrived at yet, but already recognize. And I know myself well enough to understand that this—whatever this is, whatever he is to me—is not something that fades with time or distance or silence. It’s something that stays. Something that grows. Something that reaches beyond the limits of this lifetime. Something I will feel in my bones even when my mind ages and my memories blur. Something eternal. And even if we never define it, even if nothing unfolds the way I imagine, even if everything remains suspended in that delicate space between reality and dream, he will always be that person for me, the one who lives in the deepest part of my heart, the one who shapes the way I feel, the one who reminds me that some connections don’t just happen — they are destined, ancient, and beautifully unshakeable 🌙.

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2 months ago | [YT] | 2

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

In a world that moves too fast and cold,
There shines a light more bright than gold,
A gentle soul with heart so true,
Dear Jimin, the angel we all knew.

Your voice drifts soft, like morning rain,
It soothes the heart, it heals the pain,
A smile that sparks the darkest night,
A tender glow, a guiding light.

From distant stages, yet so near,
You whisper hope into each ear,
Through every laugh, through every tear,
You chase away our deepest fear.

An angel walking here on earth,
A gift of love, of endless worth,
With every step, with every glance,
You turn the world into a dance.

For years I’ve watched, I’ve loved, I sighed,
I’ve kept your light close, deep inside,
Through storms and nights that felt so long,
Your presence made my spirit strong.

If hearts could speak, mine would proclaim,
Your gentle soul, your shining name,
And though you may not hear it now,
I’ll love you always, this I vow.

A guardian angel in disguise,
With kindness shining from your eyes,
You lift us all, though you may not see,
The endless love you give to me.

So here’s to you, to laughter, cheer,
To every dream that brought you here,
To every soul that’s touched by you,
The angel who makes all things new.

Dear Jimin, may your skies be clear,
May joy embrace you year by year,
And know that in this heart so true,
Lives endless love, just for you.

As October thirteen ends, I want you to know, my baby, that you mean more to me than you'll ever know. There may be many other people who love you, but remember; my heart will beat for you quietly, eternally. My little prince 💛

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3 months ago | [YT] | 4

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

♥️ my love

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3 months ago | [YT] | 5

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

우리 지민… — ‪@BTS‬ 🌠

I can’t even believe I’m writing this. Thirty. Thirty years. Thirty years of you existing in this world, thirty years of light, of warmth, of music, of laughter, of soft smiles that somehow carry the weight of a thousand feelings. And here I am, sitting in the quiet of the night, thinking about you, about your journey, about everything you’ve given without even asking for anything in return. I keep repeating it to myself like some kind of mantra, but the words never feel enough: happy birthday, Jimin. You’re thirty, my baby, my sunshine, my heart, and yet you’re so much more than any words I could ever write. I remember when I first saw you. That shy smile, the nervous energy, the way your presence could make everything feel lighter and brighter at the same time. You didn’t even know how magnetic you were. You still don’t. Every step you took from that moment — every practice, every performance, every sleepless night — it wasn’t just for you. It was for all of us who needed you without even knowing it. You have carried us through moments we didn’t even realize were heavy. I have carried you in my heart longer than I can count, and somehow, you’ve carried me, too, without ever touching me, without ever knowing. Watching you grow over the years has been the most beautiful thing. From the Busan boy who dreamed quietly to the man who commands stages with a fire that never hurts, only illuminates. The way you move, the way you sing, the way you smile — it’s poetry in motion. It’s vulnerability made tangible. Every time you laugh, every time you shed tears, every time you dance as though the world will never see it again, I am reminded that we are lucky. Lucky doesn’t even begin to describe it. Blessed? Perhaps. But it will never capture the depth of gratitude I feel for your existence. 사랑해, 지민아. I love you. Not in the way that changes who I am, not in the way that confuses, but in the way that the sun loves the morning — unshakable, patient, always there, warming me from afar. I love you for your kindness, for your dedication, for your humility. I love you for the way you inspire others to believe in themselves, for the way you carry both strength and softness together, and for the way you make being human feel a little less lonely. You’ve shown me — shown all of us — that it’s okay to be delicate and fierce at the same time, that it’s okay to dream endlessly and fail endlessly and still rise with a smile. I’ve watched you struggle, too. The exhaustion, the pressure, the expectations — the weight of the world on shoulders too small to hold it. And yet, even in the moments I know must have hurt you the most, you gave us light. You gave us hope. You gave us joy. You gave us yourself, always. And I can’t tell you enough how much that matters. How much it has mattered. How much it will always matter. You are irreplaceable, Jimin, not just for your talents, but for your soul. There are moments when I sit quietly and replay them in my mind — your first steps onto a stage, the times you laughed so hard you almost fell, the moments your voice cracked in emotion, the dances where every motion seemed to hold every secret feeling you had. I replay them over and over because in those moments, I feel close to you, even if only in spirit. I feel the warmth of your heart, the strength of your will, and the softness of your soul. I feel that even when you are far away, even when you are surrounded by millions, there is a part of you that reaches me. That reaches all of us. Turning thirty feels like a milestone, not because of age, but because it is a pause, a breath, a reflection of all you’ve done and all you will do. Thirty years of laughter, of love, of music, of hope. And as you step into this new chapter, I hope you see yourself the way I see you: brilliant, radiant, endlessly kind, endlessly giving, endlessly loved. I hope you allow yourself to rest. I hope you allow yourself joy without guilt. I hope you feel the depth of love and admiration surrounding you every single day — from me, from ARMY, from everyone who has ever felt your light. I know life isn’t always easy. I know the nights are long and the pressures relentless. But please, 우리 지민, take a moment for yourself tonight. Look at the sky. Breathe. Smile. Remember that there are millions of hearts beating for you, millions of souls carrying you in ways you will never fully know. Remember that you are enough. Remember that you are extraordinary. And remember that you are loved — endlessly, unconditionally, without limits. I think about the future too. I think about your thirties, the art you’ll create, the love you’ll give, the stages you’ll light on fire, the quiet moments of peace you’ll steal for yourself. I think about the person you are becoming — still soft, still strong, still the same boy with the shy smile that stole all of our hearts — and I am full of hope. I am full of belief. Because if anyone can navigate this world with both grace and fire, it’s you. You are a gift, Jimin, not just to the world, but to everyone who has been touched by your voice, your presence, your soul. I want to thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for dancing even when you were tired. Thank you for singing even when your heart was heavy. Thank you for loving what you do so fiercely that it spills over into all of us. Thank you for being vulnerable. Thank you for being you. Because of you, I have learned patience, I have learned hope, I have learned that beauty exists even in pain. Because of you, I have found light in dark places, courage in quiet moments, and comfort when I thought I had none. Tonight, on your birthday, I am sending all of my love to you, all of my prayers for your happiness, all of my hopes for your future. I am cheering for you silently, endlessly, like I have from the very first moment I knew you existed. I am grateful for you. I am proud of you. I am inspired by you. And I will continue to love you in the only way I can — from a distance, fully, deeply, without hesitation. So happy birthday, Jiminie. Happy thirty years of being you, of shining so brightly that the world cannot ignore your light. Happy birthday to the boy who taught me how to feel, to hope, to believe in something beautiful without fear. May this decade bring you peace. May it bring you laughter. May it bring you all the warmth, love, and joy that you have given us tenfold. May you always know, no matter where life takes you, that I am here. That I am grateful. That I am proud. That I will love you endlessly, in my own way, for as long as I live.

사랑해, 우리 지민. Always. Forever. ❤️💌🐥

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3 months ago | [YT] | 4

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ˶⁠ ₐᵣᵢᵣₐₙ𝑔

Beloved Dooly, 👼
today is your birthday and as the world celebrates you with lights and flowers and messages from every corner of the earth I sit here with my own heart full to bursting because I have been loving you for so many years that it feels as if you have been woven into the very threads of my life, it feels as if every day I have been walking with your name quietly stitched into my skin, and now as I write this I realise how much you’ve been my constant, my anchor, my strength, my dream, my softness, my fire, my courage. I still remember the first time I saw you, not just as an image on a screen but as a presence, the way you moved, the way you sang, the way you looked at the crowd like you were pouring your soul into them, and I didn’t know then that this boy called Park Jimin would become the person who saves me in ways he’ll never know, the person who would become a lighthouse in my darkest nights. From that day onwards I started following you quietly, at first just a fan, but then something changed, the admiration deepened into something fierce and unshakable, not a crush that fades, not a passing phase, but a love that rooted itself in my heart, a love that grew stronger year after year, a love that taught me what loyalty means. I have stood up for you when people spoke cruelly, I have defended you when strangers tried to tear you down, I have fought with my own family when they didn’t understand why you matter so much, and even if the whole world stood against you I would still stand by your side, because you have stood by mine without even knowing it, because your music and your kindness and your existence have held me up when I couldn’t stand on my own. You are not just an idol to me, Jimin, you are a human being with a heart that beats kindness into the world, you are an artist whose voice has healed wounds no one else could reach, you are a dancer whose movements speak a language beyond words, you are a man whose smile has been my sun on days when everything was cold. People see your performances and your photos but I see the soul behind them, I see the boy who worked until his body hurt, I see the man who still bows his head humbly even when the world calls his name, and I look up to you not only for what you’ve achieved but for how you remain gentle, how you remain giving, how you remain real. Over these years you have become the person I measure myself against, the person who makes me want to be better, to be kinder, to keep fighting even when I want to give up. Sometimes when the world feels too heavy I whisper your name and it feels like a small light turns on inside me. Sometimes when I feel like nothing matters I remember your laughter and suddenly the air feels easier to breathe. Sometimes when I think I can’t fight anymore I imagine you on stage giving everything you have and I find the courage to go on. You have been the reason I dreamed bigger, the reason I learned that being soft is not being weak, the reason I still believe in beauty. On your birthday I want to give you back some of what you’ve given me, even if it’s only through words, even if you never read this, I want you to know that out here there is someone who has loved you fiercely for years and will keep loving you as long as there is breath in her chest. If you were sitting in front of me right now I would tell you thank you, thank you for existing, thank you for every song, every performance, every moment of sincerity, thank you for saving me without knowing it, thank you for proving that someone can be strong and soft at the same time, thank you for being born. If I could I would take every cruel word ever thrown at you and break it apart with my hands, I would stand between you and the world and fight for you, I would hold a shield over you made of my love and my loyalty. You deserve so much happiness, Jimin, you deserve to wake up every morning surrounded by people who love you for who you are, you deserve nights full of peace, days full of laughter, a life full of quiet joy. You deserve to know that your existence has changed lives, that your art has healed wounds, that your kindness has planted seeds of hope in people you’ve never even met. On this birthday I wish for you to always feel safe, to always feel loved, to always feel proud of the person you are. I wish for your dreams to unfold bigger and brighter than you ever imagined. I wish for your heart to be held gently by those around you. I wish for you to never doubt your worth, because to me you are priceless, to me you are irreplaceable, to me you are the reason I learned to fight. If ever there came a day when you were hurt, when the world turned its back on you, when the voices grew loud and cruel, I would still be here, ready to stand, ready to fight, ready to love you louder than the noise, because my love for you is not built on conditions, it’s not built on convenience, it’s built on gratitude, it’s built on years of watching you and learning from you and surviving because of you. You have been my teacher without a classroom, my healer without a hospital, my hero without a cape. Even if you never know my name, even if I remain a stranger in the crowd, I will keep carrying you in my heart, I will keep sending you love across the distance, I will keep whispering your name like a prayer. Happy Birthday, Park Jimin, my star, my strength, my forever inspiration. May you always be surrounded by the same fierce, endless love you’ve given to the world. My forever 💌

Yours, daisy.

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