ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ,

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ,

ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

ᴀʟʟ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ;

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ,

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ,

ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ.

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ,

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ;

ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ,

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ,

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ,

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ.

ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ,

ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ

ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ,

ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇ

ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ɪ’ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ,

ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ.

ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ,

ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ,

ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏꜱ,

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ,

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ,

ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ,

ɪ’ᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ-ʙʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ,

ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ,

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ,

ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ

ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ’ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇꜱ

ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ,

ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, “ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ,

ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴇᴡ.

ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ,

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ,

ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ,

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟ,

ꜱᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ,

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ.

ꜱᴏ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ

ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?”

ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ,

ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ,

ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ,

ɪ’ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

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Sooo... Damn how do I even start this...

I suck at writing stuff but I'm gonna try anyway:)

So... Hajoon, I love u, love u a lot, a lot more than I'll ever love myself... You're the only one who can make me feel this way, today, tomorrow and always, I'm truly lucky, lucky isn't even the word to explain it, you are the the only person who I'd trust with my life.

I love you. I love you more than words can express, more than any poem or song or gesture can convey. I love you for who you are, imperfections and all. I love your strengths and your weaknesses, your quirks and your flaws. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you challenge me to be my best self, the way you hold me when I'm falling apart.

I'd do anything for you. Anything. If you asked me to move mountains, I'd find a way. If you asked me to swim across oceans, I'd dive in headfirst. If you asked me to drown, I'd take a deep breath and let the water take me under. That's how much I love you. That's how much I need you.

You are my air, my water, my sunshine. Without you, I'd wither away like a plant without soil. I'd suffocate without your love, your touch, your presence in my life. You are my everything, my reason for being.

I know you're not perfect. I know you have scars and flaws, just like I do. But to me, those imperfections are what make you beautiful. They're what make you human. They're what make me love you even more.

So I'll love you, no matter what. I'll love you through the ups and downs, the highs and lows. I'll love you when you're strong and when you're weak. I'll love you when you're happy and when you're sad. I'll love you, always

Drown in the ocean if u asked me to, kill myself, jump of a cliff if u asked me to, I'd even eat poisoned food if u were the one who gave it to me...

I love u so much, ik that we haven't had much time together, because either you or me, we r mostly busy w work n all, but all the times we had, even few minutes, few seconds, I've cherished them.

I even have an entire collection of screen shots, funny aint it¿

And I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way, I hate it when I make u cry, I really hate it, I can't bear seeing you cry... so I'm sorry, if I hurt you, knowingly or unknowingly, and always know, that I love the living light out of u.

And don't forget that you are mine, there's no guarantee that I won't cut of ppls hands if they touched u, and I mean it, you're mine, only mine. And I do not like to share, got it?

Don't even look at anyone else. I'm also possessive, possessive asf.

I'm surprised I'm writing this much, I feel like I can go on....

But lastly, I love u, don't ever say that u aren't loved .... I'll need to smack ur head if u say that again. Got it?