Dear diary,

You know that feeling you get when you see someone so happy it just makes you stop and gaze—gaze at how lovely one could look at moments like these.

I felt that when I saw Taehyung live on stage preforming his first song.

Well—not live. I saw on the television. Coming from a small village there is less fortunate people, so coming up with money to actually see him live felt so hopeless.

It's alright though, I'll always support him.

I was actually surprised. It was like a whole new person was on that screen dancing, singing, and rapping. How I never got to see Taehyung's full potential until now made me feel saddened.

I hope the world can see the same talented man I can when he walks up on that stage.

How much I desire to hold him in my arms again was something never impossible to me until now.

Things are different now—Taehyung is a performer and I'm nothing more but his first love.

Sometimes I wonder if he thinks about the days when he had practice, but would still make time just to see me. The days we would hold hands even just for five minutes before he would have to leave.

I never bothered to say anything though because I was happy for him. No one should hold you back from your dreams.

I didn't want him to abandon his dreams, therefore, I never complained once about not seeing him enough.

Sometimes I wish I was selfish enough to make him come back, and hold me tight in his arms and whisper,"I'll never leave you." All my heart aches wouldn't exist if he was here by my side, but now he's gone.

Sincerely,

Taehyung's first love