All the letters to you: 

 

 

Our Home: 

Our Kids: 

Our flower rings of love:

 

My last poem for you:

Scared of the silence I'm bound to face, in the wake of the end of this hurricane.
No one tells you how alive you'll feel, standing out in nature while it's wreaking its havoc and causing nothing to ever be the same.
The way the wind would whip through my hair, causing it to stand up in disarray.
The way the rain would soak through my clothes, chilling me to the bone.
The way the trees would fall, power lines would break.
Has anything ever been so beautiful?
I think love is much of the same, it's its own little hurricane.
It changes you, transforms you, and you are left feeling never the same as you did when it first began.
Havoc was caused but wasn't it beautiful and life-changing?
There is beauty in nature, even in its harshest form.
But I'm the type to stand in the storm, and watch in fascination or find peace in the way it's becoming something new.
You were my hurricane.
The tenderness in your eyes when you would look at me, the gentleness in your touch when you would touch me.
The way the tears would fall and you'd wipe them away.
I don't think I've loved anyone as I've loved you.
My heart's left feeling a little destructed, but I know that you've taught me so much about life, love, honesty, and friendship that I'll never be the same.
You were my peacefulness, my joy, my sadness, and my heartache, but loving you was the best thing I ever did.
I'm afraid.
So I sat here and wrote you a poem, to let you know that although it hurts, you're everything I ever wanted. You were always enough. You were always amazing, and you were always kind. I will always love you.
So I hope that like a hurricane you come and surprise everyone and make their lives beautiful like you made mine.
Hurricane's disappear but baby, you're the rainbow that paints the sky afterwards to soothe away all the chaos.

 

Yukhei x Sungho: 

26.05.21 - 15.07.21

but essentially, 04.11.21 the day I fell in love with you.