Dear Kyungsoo,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but I hope someday, somehow, this finds its way to you.

I am Kim Jongin, and I love you more than you can possibly imagine. I love the way your eyes close when you sing. I can feel every emotion in your songs.

I love the way you smell of clean laundry and plush animals. I love how your hair gets all messy in the mornings when you wake up. You smile and hide under the covers when I tease you about it.

I love your personality, your soul, YOU.

Thank you for taking me back into your life when you had every right to shove me and push me away.  I wake up every day thinking--, no, knowing—that you are on this earth with me and that’s what keeps me going.

Thank you for simply existing, because without you I would be nothing.

I promised to never leave you. (I’m not too good at promises)

So, I’m sorry for hurting you. I know these words will never be enough because nothing I say will be enough to put your heart back together. For that, curse me, my name, curse me to the skies! I deserve it for hurting you. But just so you know,

I love you, Do Kyungsoo. Always.

-Jongin.