Dear Diary,
Okay, so today was… a lot. Like, my heart is still racing just thinking about it. Where do I even start?
So, Min-jun and I were supposed to meet up after class to work on our project. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Just two classmates doing some boring schoolwork together. Except it wasn't boring at all. It was… kind of perfect.
We were sitting in the library, surrounded by stacks of books and that weirdly comforting smell of old paper. I was trying (and failing) to focus on my notes, but Min-jun was just sitting there, looking all effortlessly cool and adorable as usual. How is it even fair that someone can look that good while reading? Seriously, who gave him the right?
Anyway, we started talking about random stuff—movies we like, our favorite snacks, embarrassing childhood stories. I told him about the time I tried to bake cookies for my mom's birthday and ended up setting off the smoke alarm. He laughed so hard I thought the librarian was going to kick us out. But the best part? He told me that he thought it was cute. CUTE! I nearly died on the spot.
But then things got… serious. Like, actually serious.
He asked me why I always seem so unsure of myself. I was caught off guard, but I couldn't exactly lie, could I? Not to him. So, I told him the truth. About how I always feel like I'm not good enough, like I don't belong. About how I'm constantly worrying about what people think of me. About how I've always felt like the invisible girl in the background while everyone else shines.
I didn't mean to spill my guts like that, but once I started talking, I couldn't stop. It was like I'd been holding all of this in for so long, and finally, someone was actually listening. Not just pretending to listen, but really hearing me.
And then Min-jun did the most unexpected thing. He reached across the table and took my hand. Like, actually took my hand. His fingers were warm and steady, and for a second, I thought my heart had stopped.
He looked me right in the eyes and said, "Eun-ji, you're more than enough. You just don't see it yet."
I didn't know what to say. I was too busy trying not to melt into a puddle of emotions right there in the library. How could someone like him see something in someone like me? It didn't make any sense, but the way he looked at me… it was like he actually meant it.
We sat there like that for what felt like forever, just holding hands and sharing this weirdly intense moment. Eventually, we went back to working on the project, but I don't think I wrote a single useful sentence. My brain was way too busy replaying his words over and over again.
You're more than enough.
I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before. And for the first time in a long time, I actually felt like maybe it was true.
I don't know where this is going, Diary. But for once, I'm not afraid to find out.