Dear diary,

Bangtan is having a world tour!

I've worked my ass off just to earn enough money in time to buy a ticket, and it was well reached.

I cried when I held the ticket in my hand. It felt like I was being handed a lie because I was finally seeing him, Kim Taehyung.

It didn't feel real.

I was an emotional wreck from the moment I got it to the moment I was traveling to the concert to finally see bts live.

They were all too perfect. Too good looking. They looked exactly like they did in the magazines.

I stopped counting how much times I cried after I couldn't calculate it on my fingers anymore.

The solos for each member soon started, and every single one had me mesmerized.

The lyrics.

The emotion.

The raw sound of each members voice.

It was all something to take in and admire; before the tears rushed down in realization of how precious life is. How we should all cherish our youth and carry on our dreams.

Dreams could happen.

Bangtan made me realize this.

Taehyung—made me realize this.

When his solo came up I couldn't stop trembling. I felt my knees go weak, and my body start to heat up.

There he was, Kim Taehyung, on stage doing what he was born to do.

The tears masked over how perfectly the colored lights reflected off his damped skin.

It felt like the world went still, and all I could see was Taehyung.

How much I missed him and here he was finally, yet there was so little I could do.

It was hard enough even getting in the same room as him.

As fast as the wait went by, so did the concert.

With every tear I cried I felt a small piece of my pride leave me. Attending a concert made me realize how desperate I was for his love, but now he's gone.

Sincerely,

Taehyung's first love