Begin again

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They say it is never too late to begin again.

There are moments in life that arrive so quietly, yet somehow change everything after them. For me, it began the very first time I watched you. I did not know then how deeply you would become a part of my life, but I remember the feeling clearly—the admiration, the comfort, and the strange certainty in my heart that one day, the world would know your name too. While everyone else was simply watching a group chase a dream, I was watching seven people give their whole selves just to reach the life they longed for. Your sacrifices, your sleepless nights, your determination, and the way you stood beside one another through every struggle made me admire you in a way words could never fully explain.

From that moment on, I stayed. Through every comeback, every performance, every tear, every achievement, and every exhausting battle you faced behind the scenes, I stayed. I watched you slowly grow into the people you once dreamed of becoming. And while the world only saw the success, I saw the years of hard work, the pressure you carried, and the countless times you still chose to keep going despite everything. That is why I could never doubt you. Deep inside my heart, I always believed that one day, you would become something greater than anyone ever expected. I knew people would eventually see the same light in you that I saw from the very beginning.

As the years passed, supporting you stopped feeling like simple admiration. Somehow, it became a part of who I am. In moments when life felt heavy, your music and your presence became a comfort I could always return to. I found myself praying for you more than I prayed for myself sometimes. I would ask the gods above to protect you, guide you, and give you strength for every path your group would take. I never wished for fame, recognition, or anything in return from you. All I ever wanted was for the seven of you to stay happy, stay together, and continue reaching the dreams you once cried for.

Sometimes I still cannot believe that I have already seen you three times in person. If someone had told my 2020 self that those impossible dreams would eventually become real memories, I would have laughed in disbelief. Yet there I was—seeing you with my own eyes, hearing your voices live, existing in the same moment as the people who had unknowingly helped me through so many years of my life. Those nights felt unreal, almost like time stopped just to let me hold onto happiness a little longer. Seeing you up close did not just feel like attending a concert; it felt like watching a dream I carried for years finally unfold right in front of me.

I also remember every voting season, every sleepless night spent supporting you, and every moment I defended and believed in you even more. I wanted the world to recognize the passion and sincerity that I had already seen long ago. Then last year happened — the moment you finally received the awards you truly deserved. Watching you stand there, emotional and victorious after everything you had endured, felt overwhelming in the best way possible. It felt like witnessing years of pain, hard work, sacrifice, and hope finally bloom into something beautiful.

And even now, after all these years, if you asked me to go back to the very beginning — to the first moment I ever watched you — I would still choose you all over again. Every single time.

But time really is cruel.

Writing this right now hurts more than I can ever explain. I think a part of me knows that after I finish writing these words, I will finally have to accept the reality that I may never see the seven of you together again. I will never again witness the same seven people who once held onto one dream together, who trusted each other enough to believe that they could and they would make it, no matter how impossible things seemed. And maybe that is the part that breaks my heart the most—knowing that the happiness you once shared so naturally has now become something I can only revisit through memories, old videos, and moments frozen in time. I think that feeling will stay with me forever.

But what else can I do except continue loving you the same way I always have? I started supporting you because I genuinely loved all of you, and loving someone also means supporting the choices they make for themselves, even when those choices hurt you. Somewhere along the way, I promised myself that I would stay no matter what happened—through the good moments, the painful ones, the uncertain future, and even the endings I was never ready for. And now, I want to keep that promise. No matter where life takes each of you from now on, no matter how different the paths become, you will always have me quietly cheering for you from afar. You will always have a place in my heart, not only through words and promises but also through silent loyalty that time could never erase.

Because the truth is, you are here today because of yourselves. Because of your courage, your sacrifices, your talent, and the love you poured into your dreams even when the world doubted you. No one can ever take away what the seven of you achieved together. You showed the world how extraordinary you were, not just as artists, but as people who carried each other through years of hardships and dreams. And that kind of bond is something that can never truly disappear.

So supporting the six of you now is okay. Supporting the other one is okay, too. Love does not disappear just because things change. If anything, real love learns how to stay even after everything becomes different. I will continue supporting all of you in the ways that I can, even if it no longer looks the same as before. Because to me, the memories, the journey, and the love I gave to the seven of you will always remain precious.

And maybe that is why I am slowly learning that there is nothing wrong with beginning again. Endings are painful, but sometimes they are also the start of becoming something new. Maybe the story is no longer the same as it once was, but that does not mean the love, the memories, or the meaning behind it disappeared. Some things continue differently. And even if the beginning looks unfamiliar now, I think I still want to stay and watch where your stories will go next.

We’ll find each other's path in every universe.

I love you forever, Enhypen…and Evan.