Whispers In The Moonlight

Dear Diary,

Okay, let's talk about the Homecoming Dance. The day had arrived, and I was both excited and absolutely terrified. You know how in the movies, there's always this magical buildup to the big dance? Well, let me tell you—those movies are not wrong. It was like a scene straight out of one of those romantic films, and I was living it. Except, instead of a perfectly styled Cinderella, I was a bundle of nerves wrapped in a dress.

I had my outfit planned out for weeks. A simple but pretty navy-blue dress, the kind that makes me feel like I belong in a fairy tale, but not too extravagant. My shoes? Perfectly comfortable heels that didn't make me want to fall over every five seconds. But what really had me spinning was the thought of being there with Min-jun. It felt like a dream I never thought would come true.

But then there was the other part of me that was still worried. What if I made a fool of myself again? What if I tripped while walking in? What if I had no idea what to say?

So, when Min-jun arrived at my house to pick me up, looking incredibly handsome in his black suit, I nearly forgot how to breathe.

"You look amazing," he said when I opened the door, his smile making my heart skip.

"Thanks, you look... wow," I said, mentally slapping myself for being so awkward. I was so glad my parents weren't home to see my dorky reaction.

We got to the dance, and as soon as we stepped in, I felt my nerves go into overdrive. The room was filled with lights, laughter, and music, but all I could think about was that Min-jun was holding my hand and that this moment was, well... everything. The music played, couples twirled and laughed, but it was like everything faded around us. The way Min-jun's eyes locked onto mine, how he smiled like he couldn't stop—was it just me, or was this the most romantic thing ever?

Then, the moment arrived.

Min-jun pulled me into the center of the dance floor, and without a word, he wrapped his arms around me. The room seemed to disappear, and there was only the two of us, swaying slowly to the beat. I couldn't help but lean my head against his chest, the rhythm of our bodies moving in sync with the music.

"You're incredible, Eun-ji," Min-jun whispered, his voice so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath. "I can't believe this is happening."

I felt my heart swell in my chest. "I never thought this would be my life," I confessed, looking up at him. "Being here with you... it's like a dream."

He smiled and, before I could say anything else, leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, gentle, and perfect. The kind of kiss you see in movies, the kind you never want to end. And for a moment, everything was still. Nothing else mattered—only that kiss. The music played on, the room spun around us, but all I could feel was him, his arms around me, and the warmth that spread from my chest to my fingertips.

When we pulled away, Min-jun's eyes searched mine. "This is real, Eun-ji. I'm really here with you."

I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. My heart was racing, my head was spinning, but somehow, everything felt right.

As the night went on, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It was everything I had hoped for, and more. And I realized, I wasn't just living a dream anymore—I was making memories with someone who made me feel like I was the only person in the world. And for once, it didn't matter how awkward or dorky I was. He liked me for me.

And that was more than enough.

Love,

Eun-ji