This was a little something I wrote for RM.
"Do you actually love Kim Namjoon?"
Every time I see his picture or think about him, it's like I'm waking up into a dream. I just think to myself, "wow, so a person like this does exist."
Every time I think about him, my heart doesn't even know what to do with itself. It's like it's in a race and its coming out first place.
Every time I think about him, it's like I discover a whole new happiness in me I never knew I could feel.
Every time I think about him I don't know what to do with myself, I always want to find a new way to let him know that I'm here to love him and give him the respect he needs and deserves.
Every time I think about him, I think of jokes he might laugh to or books he might like or a philosophical question he might enjoy picking at because I want to see him smiling and doing what he likes.
Every time I think about him I think about how it would feel like if he knew that he had a fan that was ready to give him a star if he had asked me too. That would give him the world with a snap of his finger.
Everytime I think about him, I hope he is smiling ear-to-ear and isn't having a hard time.
Every time I think about him, I worry if he has eaten enough or rested well or is staying well hydrated because keeping him well and health is the #1 priority before anything else.
Every time I think about him I think of the person that has inspired me in so many ways and motivates me, even to get out of bed in the morning, because he has that impact on me.
Everytime I think about him, I just wonder why the English language dosnt have a word stronger than love so I could use it to describe what I feel for him
Every time I think about Kim Namjoon I think of the person who has taught me (and many others) how to love myself more everyday and to be a better person with the decision I make. To be positive and to also give love.
So if you're asking if I love Kim Namjoon, I would say its far beyond that.
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