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for those who didn’t know: yongsun
is my fiancé. my beautiful, sassy, little
queen. she wakes me up with a warm
smile and smooches. every fucking
day. she’s my light. god made an angel
to be cared for and i did a shit job,
because i’m an asshole. okay? i just
want everyone to know that you need
to hold onto the ones you love. don’t
take advantage of them. it doesn’t
matter how busy you are— that’s an
excuse that shouldn’t stop you from
being there. i see yongsun as a peice
of artwork. and artwork isn’t something
you stare at. as it gets older, it needs
someone to take care of it, shine the
right amount of light, keep it away
from certain things. it lasts longer that
way. the caregiver and the masterpeice
are antiques, because they gave
eachother reasons to wake up in
the morning and rest well. that’s what
i see my little queen as, and shoot—
time differences may get the best of
us, but i promised i wouldn’t let it
get in the way of me and yongie. i
fucking swear on everythinf that i
love her dearly, with my entire heart.