If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
dear, Hanbyul.
my darling boy. you are and always have been everything i’m looking for. collected, understanding, good vibes and a sexy body. a similar take on what’s fun and what’s serious; you get my humor and even better, you get me, when so few do. you have a knack for making me feel not only important, but wanted. my company has never once, in all the years i’ve known you, seemed like a burden to you. you always greet me so enthusiastically and seem so grounded when we have to say goodbye. you’ve never made me feel unworthy, annoying, or like a nuisance, like other’s have.
I shouldn’t compare you to other’s, though. You’re nothing like anybody else. You, you are not perfect, and maybe not even perfect to me; but you are perfect for me. we’re compatible in such strange ways, ways that make sense only to us. You’re the sun that warms my back, the stars that guide me home every night. You’re my calm, drizzling rain and my thunderstorm of passion.
Whenever you’re around, I get so happy that everything else - doubts, troubles, sadness - becomes pale and wimpy by comparison. You’re the reason, every reason, and I love you.
Love, Byulyi.
