Felix (stray kids)

My phone screen was a tapestry of color-coded schedules. Yellow for his public events, blue for practices, and the tiny, dangerous slivers of red that meant: 'Possible meet-up window.'This was the reality of dating Felix. It wasn't romantic late-night calls; it was fifteen minutes in a supply closet, a hurried message between It was exhausting, thrilling, and frankly, ridiculous. Yet, every time I thought about giving up on the impossible logistics, I send him a message I miss you, I miss us.