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Dear Kim Seungmin,
I would give anything to cradle you in my arms
forever.
We can adopt the puppy you've dreamed about since you were a little boy,
go out for evening walks after work every day,
and talk about everything that matters
— talk about us.
I'd hold your hand until you pull away
because my palm gets sweaty too easily.
But I wouldn't mind
because those precious moments when it's just
us walking side by side,
your long strides shortened to match mine,
is all I could ever ask for.
You make me worry when you are out of sight for a moment too long,
and I consider, should I call you and tell you again that I love you?
You make me wonder if you think of me
as often as I daydream about your cute smile.
You make me want
to be the sparkle in your eyes,
lighting up every inch of your world
like how the sunlight shimmers on the surface of the ocean,
dancing in its glittery radiance and captivating its audience.
Like the sun’s warmth,
your presence itself makes me smile.
It keeps me alive, yearning
to get closer to touch your burning core
even if it means setting myself on fire to make you notice
just how strongly my love burns for you.
I am but planet Earth
chained into orbit around you,
forgetting how cold space used to be
when my universe was empty.
You make me forget how to act cool about my feelings
when you stare at me so deeply
that my heart starts beating funny
and my world spins in every direction you want it to go.
My gaze falls on you and stays
whenever I see that amazing face,
that is as beautiful as the stars painting the sky at night.
I have come to memorise
the constellations that you love
while listening to your smooth voice teaching me
about the way to enter your heart.
Call me selfish, for I wish to keep that heart for myself.
You remind me of those cliché love stories
where the girl bumps into her Mr Right
and drops her pile of books,
then shyly tucks her hair behind her ears
like a curtain pulled back
to reveal the most prized artwork in a museum.
You also remind me of a bright Sunday morning at the beach,
busy and slightly too windy to be deemed perfect,
but the memory of carefree enjoyment always washes out
all the complaints.
The waves erase every mark on the sand
like it was never there,
indiscriminately drowning out
the precariously constructed sand sculptures and abstract artworks.
I find a strange happiness in the fleeting existence of our sketches on the sand,
because it lets me redo everything again
knowing that the waters will accept every outcome with grace.
You, Seungmin, are my ocean in the way you bring me comfort.
I look forward to living through each day,
different from the previous one in the same gentle and subtle way
that the waves greet the shore in a unique pattern of fizzles each time.
I want to stand with you
and learn all the different ways that love can be shown.
Let Time be the witness to our love story,
the universe our canvas, and
you, my darling, at the centre of it all.
This poem does not even cut it close to how much you really mean to me, but
I still ask, Kim Seungmin, will you be my valentine?
Love,
Your husband