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I once dated a vampire.

What’s your image of a vampire? I suppose we have different images of vampires, depending on which movies we’ve watched or books we’ve read. Twilight? Classic Dracula? Modern Dracula?

I’ve once dated a vampire. Okay, his image was more like the Edward Cullen type. Romantic, masculine, cheesy.

I say he was like a vampire because he sucked the life out of me. No, don’t think it too far. Okay–to make it sound better, he took my breath away.

He was like a vampire because we only saw each other during the night and parted ways at dawn. He was almost a stranger. We only went out twice. But during those nights, he made feel comfortable, awesome, beautiful.

We sat on the grass and talked while glancing up the night sky or watching the pond. We talked about a lot of things and it felt as comfortable as writing stuff on my diary.

I let him kiss me–that took my breath away.

He was like a vampire because, just as how a real vampire’s business with you is done once he’s sucked the blood out of your neck, I did not see him anymore after that night.

I don’t feel sorry.

The few nights I spent with him was a memorable experience. He was like a vampire because he got me spellbound by his eyes, by his presence and by his kiss–something that doesn’t always happen with strangers.

 

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To my kind of boy

Today, because I can think of nothing else to write, I will write about you. It’s not like it’s a very unusual thing to do. I always write about and because of you.

But I don’t know what to write first. I don’t know what to write about you because there are so many things. I can write about how special you make me feel or how special you are to me. I can write how you can make me cry. I can write about how you’ve broken my heart and how you’ve made me feel better. I can write about my dreams with you. I can write about how I miss you.

There’s nothing extraordinary about you. I think you’re quite ordinary. You are handsome but not the thrilling type. You are lean but not really sexy. You are sweet but most of the time corny. There are many things you can do but you are not exceptionally talented. You are smart but a lot of times you can be awkwardly clumsy.

But to me, you are special.

I don’t know when or how but I know you’ve been special to me for a long time and tomorrow you probably will still be.

You are definitely not as handsome as Hollywood actors or Korean pop stars but you are beautiful in a different way. A way that I love and adore so much. Your eyes and your smile draw me. Your face is small and tender. You are slightly slender and your biceps are not very firm, but I love how you can make me feel warm and secure whenever you hold me in your arms. I guess loving you makes me sexually attracted to you. Is that awkward?

You are sweet but sometimes you don’t seem to know how to be properly sweet. There’s a bit of awkwardness in your sweet acts and sometimes, you turn out to be a little too corny. And that’s funny. And I appreciate everything you do. You do normal things and make them seem special. They become special simply because you do them with good effort and honesty. You don’t exceptionally excel in anything, but you do extremely well in loving the person you love and that is, at least for me, enough.

You are like a puppy. Your innocence makes you beautiful. It’s okay when you sometimes seem naive or clumsy. I like how you strive to learn and do what you like. You have dreams and you hold on to them. I’d like to be there to see you grow and reach for your dreams. Maybe someday, you will reach them.

And everything else in you… Everything else that I’m unable to write now—maybe some other time—makes me love you.