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My darling boy. My sweet fortune teller. My Nacchan. Where do I even begin when it comes to you? Something in my heart beats a little faster whenever I see your face, hear that beautiful, melodic voice singing those sweet songs. I wish the world wasn't so mean. I wish people could understand me the way you do without so many pointless words. You've got that shelf on my wall all to yourself, your cologne on my skin because it was always supposed to be there, but it just hadn't found you yet. I hadn't found you yet. Like you, I recognize patterns. I recognize permanence. I know the best place for me to be in this world is right beside you, and I hope you feel the same about me. I hope you don't mind how much space I take up, how mushy my heart is, how I always seem so nervous around you. It's so much more than just puppy love. These are the roots of my devotion. My words, although short and unpolished, are mine. They're me peeling back the skin of my chest to show you my sticky, bleeding heart. The heart that beats just for you. The one that hopes you understand between my silly imagery and gushy organs, this me trying to show you how much you mean to me. I hope my place is right beside you for the rest of my life. That our spark never fades.

almost three years. i can't wait for the rest of them <3

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