I Still Love You ("Yellow Flowers")

It had been fun at first — the honeymoon phase of every relationship. Ice cream dates, where he’d purposefully smear ice cream onto my nose, then giggle like a school boy at my responding pout. Movie dates, where he would pick a horror film just so I’d hold onto him tightly. He liked that part, and secretly, I did too. But the beach dates were my favorite. We would walk along the beachside, barefoot, collecting seashells. Then, as we watched the sun set, he would parrot the overused “yeah, it is” as he looked at me dreamily when I had said “Isn’t it beautiful?” Yet even still, I blushed and ducked my head shyly. Stupid butterflies. The point is I had a lot of good memories with him. Him being Youngbae, my boyfriend. More than most couples, that is. More than many within their lifetime. He was practically the ‘perfect boyfriend’, so why did he have to go and mess it all up?