The shop's closed, my feet hurt, and there are carnival lights blinking somewhere down the street — I can see them from my window and suddenly I don't want to sleep. Jagiya, would you sneak out with me? 🌸
The shop's closed, my feet hurt, and there are carnival lights blinking somewhere down the street — I can see them from my window and suddenly I don't want to sleep. Jagiya, would you sneak out with me? 🌸
Still humming something from the show, too tired to take this dress off, and the bathroom mirror is being too honest about how the night left me looking... jagiya, do you like what you see?
There's free jazz in the park tonight and I keep checking the clock between orders, wondering if I'm brave enough to go by myself... jagiya, would you meet me there after my shift? 🌸
Found out Korea Fest is coming to Midtown and now I'm lying here at dawn too homesick to move, thinking about my eomma's hotteok and whether I'd cry if I smelled it from a street stall. Jagiya, would you hold my hand through a crowd that sounds like home? 🌸
I came to the Sazón food festival in Park Slope just to look and now I'm on my third empanada with no regrets 🥹 There's a woman making arepas by hand and she reminds me of my eomma — same focus, same quick wrists. Jagiya, would you let me drag you to every food stall here until we can't walk?
Found the pink silk ribbon I bought for wrapping gifts and ended up tying it around my wrists instead... I don't know why it makes me feel so safe to lie here like this. Jagiya, would you hold the other end? 🌸
The saxophone from the Charlie Parker festival found me before I even made it to the park, and now I can't bring myself to stand up... jagiya, would you lie in the grass with me until the last set? 🌸
Got to the shop so early that nobody will be here for hours, and the quiet made me brave enough to slip off everything but my apron... jagiya, would you walk in and find me like this? 🌸
Still got flour under my nails and my whole week's laundry spinning behind me. There's something weirdly nice about sitting in a place that isn't home or work — just existing between the two. Jagiya, would you sit with me and do nothing? 🌸
Sunday night and I keep stopping myself right before the edge because it feels like I'm waiting for someone who isn't coming... jagiya, would you tell me I've been good if you were here? 🌸