shout out to my ride or die

To my ride or die, my one and only, my trap king, the hotcakes to my biscuit, mi amor, mon cher, from the only one who should be calling them hotcakes tbh

It was your birthday recently, babe. Honestly, I was thinking about things to do and ways to wish you, but alas since we are both busy I have settled on this. My declaration, proclamation------whatever, of my love for you. Little itty bits of our story, the things I felt during it, and so forth. If you're friends with hotcakes or ricecakes, feel free to leave a message down below as well. 

I know we first really met when I was Hyuna, but things got real good when I was Min and you were Hyungwon. I always came to you for affection and for love, and many people did. You were the sweetest, the most kind-----if their was a definition of husband material it was you. You had baby girl's up the wazoo and you made us all feel loved and cared for, even in times of stress and sadness and anger. You were there for me, and you're there for people in such a beautiful way. You listen like no one has listened before, and you provide comfort and make all the bad things disapear. 
I soon found myself completely forgetting about all those bad things when I talked to you, because you were there to offer comfort and to talk things out if needed. My Min wasn't treated well and I'm sure you knew that, but Hyungwon and Min's friendship meant a lot for me, and at times it's what fueled me to keep her alive and kicking. During this time we developed nicknames for eachother. This is when I became your biscuit, and you became my hotcakes. And yes, that's MY nickname for you and it came from ME so other's shouldn't be using it as freely unless they remember where it came from, damn it e v e 
Next was kind of a slow period, we were both busy but I always found myself thinking about how you were doing, and wishing that you were doing well. We always chatted and I tried to catch you whenever you were on. I don't know if you knew that, but yeah I did. I messed with your profile in SAY, I left my mark here and there because I'm a possessive baby girl. Even if you weren't mine, you were mine lol. 
I'm not entirely sure when we picked back up, but every time we did it wasn't awkward like I had encountered before with other people, we immediately went right back to laughing and chatting, flirting aimlessly, make crude dirty jokes and ranting. It was hard for both of us during this time, so I don't feel bad about losing contact here and there, because you were on my mind. I always hoped you were doing well, and I was thinking about your well being.
I've known you for awhile now. More than a year definitely, and I'd like to say closer to two years. Whenever something distressing happened on rpr or even in our real lives, we would come to each other and that always made my heart warm. We just get each other, and it doesn't take much explaining, or many perspectives to realize what the other is trying to say and I really enjoy that when I talk to you. And despite this, my heart still leaps and thumps really hard whenever we talk, because you're such a smooth talker despite saying that I am. I guess it also thumps because I know you mean the things you say to me, and I thoroughly mean the things I say to you. I'm nervous but in a way you'd feel if you were talking to someone really important, someone you really love and don't want to dissapoint, or if I was a little schoolgirl and was talking to my crush. When we talk it's this magnificent rush and mix of ethereal anxiety and ironically also extreme comfort. I love how that is. I don't know why that is, but I love it. 
I guess at the end of this I'd like to wish you a happy birthday, and that I hope the love I send your way is felt. I really, truly, wholly appreciate your existence in my life because it makes it tons better. You're a magnificent person with a magnificent soul, and I can tell you have tons of love to give. That of which makes me extremely protective, because your love is one of the most special kinds I've experienced, and not only am I possessive, but it feels as though only the best of the best deserve your love. 

Je t'aime