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"Dear future partner,
I feel so strange writing this. But I've been alone so long I can't help but wonder when the day will come that the search will be over, and I will find the person.
I hope you don't think Im pathetic for crying for you every night. Every love song I hear I think of a possibility of someday being able to imagine a person along with those words and emotions. Loneliness is hard. Everyone has someone and I feel broken because I don't.
I don't know who you will be, but I will love you with everything I have because maybe you're as lonely as I am. Whoever you are, I hope you have a good night and sleep well. I want you to be okay. ❤
-Jimin
He sighs sadly and brushes the hair from his eyes before reading over the draft a few times. It was just a rant....it didn't have to be good. Jimin puffs his cheeks out a little in concentration while reading over it once again in the sparse moonlight. It wasn't like anyone would see it.. Or so he thought. A breeze picks up from his open window to make the paper fly and his heart jump. Jimin lunges for the precious sheet of thoughts and nearly falls out the window as it goes floating towards the ground and very out of reach. Before the blonde can even react a stranger strolls by and picks it up curiously. Jimin ducks quickly behind the windowsill in embarrassment. Was he seen?
The stranger glances over the paper curiously. He even pauses the music in his earbuds to understand better...and his heart stops a little. He hadn't ever read anything like this...it was so relatable. His eyes travel down the page and read "Jimin". that name was familiar.
Jimin remains huddled under the windowsill with tears spilling down his cheeks and a hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the sobs. He spilled his heart out on that page...and some stranger just picked it up. He felt naked. His anxious mind won't stop playing out awful scenarios of what could possibly happen and how the person could have reacted to such a sensitive topic. At least twenty minutes pass before Jimin even dares to look out the window again, and surely the stranger and the note are both gone. He will probably never know what happened....but at the same time his mind wouldn't stop dwelling on it.
The stranger can't sleep when he finally gets home as both his mind and passion are on fire. For the first time in months something had cut through his depression enough to actually give him *feelings*. Strong ones. He felt like he had just been woken up, and so he bends over a table with a small desk lamp and starts scrawling away quickly before the feelings have the chance to fade. His motivation is strong enough and the ideas come so quickly that ten minutes later he finishes the lyrics and moves quickly to his computer to start composing music. He was going to complete this thing if it took him all night to do it. And that's exactly what happens.