Dear Chan Rin,

More than friends, but can't be called lovers,

What is it my closed eyes covers?

You want me to tell you what's in between,

But my emotions; confused, loving, keen,

What can I say to make you truly happy?

Since words over thought tends to get truly sappy,

Deep breaths - heart's racing,

My true feelings I'll be facing,

Spitting the words out before I get to think,

Closing my eyes as I let the meaning behind sink,

You're confronting me with eyes changing blue,

Wondering if you sincere heart is truly true,

Our hands are now intertwined tightly,

Butterflies in my stomach from you smiling brightly,

Sealing our deal off with a tender kiss,

I'm now proud of calling you my little miss.

I'll now retell the story of the two of us. How we went from best friends to lovers. I know, that you know the story better than anyone else, but just let me tell the story this once, as I your hair, while your head is laying on my shoulder. There's no one else in this entire world, who could make me this happy. I love you Chan Rin. 

Yours truly, 

Yang Yoseob