I realize my love, that I had not one request. I know of my promise though, my promise to leave not your side, to support the until thy last collapsing breath. I know not of how my reaction is supposed to act, I'm scared. Ye are stitched unto me with strings of promises. And I know how you are, so take my hand and I'll guide you. Thou shall not seek blindness because I compliment your sight, I'm your beautiful brown eyes. 

 

“I love you, Yesung.”