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I LOVE YOU

 

BECAUSE THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE CONSPIRED TO HELP ME FIND YOU.

 

 

-Paulo Coelho-

 
The way your eyes twinkle.
 
How I get butterflies in my stomach when I see you.
 
You make me happy and light up my life.
 
You don't like salad.
 
The way you light up the room when you smile.
 
Your warm, heart-melting hugs.
 
You surreptitiously stole my heart.
 
We can use big words in our conversations.
 
Your gorgeous black hair.
 
The unexpected, but beautiful way you came into my life.
 
How tender you are with me.
 
Dat ass.
 
 

Happy Birthday

Now what?

It is unfortunate that I can't be by your side on this special day. I wish I could be there with you, and I would give the world to do so. In the meantime, however, I would like to remind you that I told you that I would make your day special. This is my humble attempt at doing so.

Love,  

Juan  

Now that you have come this far, my darling, you should check out the Goodies page to see some stuff, including some pictures and backstage content I gathered for you.

 

Happy browsing!

A couple of Random Reasons to Love you

Sometime in the afternoon I met the most special person I have ever met (and will probably ever meet); I met you.

 

Sometime in the afternoon, you came into my life unexpectedly. Out of the blue (or was it from The Green?). Ever since then, you have struck for how loving, caring, funny, happy yet misanthropic, spicy-eating, politically incorrectly talking, intelligent, tender, and dashingly beautiful you are. And so much more . . .

 

If I had a dollar for every time I have felt butterflies in my stomach when seeing you, I would be the wealthiest man in the world. I don't need to be the wealthiest one, however, for I am the richest one; I have your warm love, your tender affection, your delightful, ravishing company.

 

And that is all I need.

 

Today is a celebration of you; of your having been born; of your existence; of all the small coincidences and events that led to you: your parents meeting each other, perhaps a great great ancestor having chosen not to cross the road, a bacteria millions of years ago evolving the way it did. It is also a celebration of your having made it so far; of not having been eaten by a liger, or run over by a fatmobile.

 

It might not sound like much at this very moment, but, trust me, the smallest things should be appreciated. Just as cells, atoms, or vaccines in the deep south, they are often taken for granted, but are essential.


I hope you have a very good day.
 

Yours in love,

Yours in the good, the bad, and the ugly,

Yours. Simply yours,

 

Juan

Three hundred and eight days ago...

So...

I love you. I thought I should start with that. You, Yerin Yang, are special, unique, dashingly gorgeous, tender, loving, intelligent, caring, and so much more . . .
 
Your smile can light up any room, and I am sure your eyes are far brighter than Times Square at rush hour. Heck, they are brighter than the Big Bang was (which implies that they have more energy than the entirety of everything that ever existed, exists, and will exist in the universe). At least they have the ability to create a universe in my mind, and make me lost inside it. And just like in New York, I am glad to be lost. Lost with you.
 
I clearly remember wondering, when I was younger, what on earth meant to feel "butterflies in your stomach," but I must confess that, with you, I feel them all the time.
 
It has been a wonderful ride so far, my darling. It has been almost nine months, and I hope it will be many more. We have gone through heaven and hell; through the good, the bad, and the ugly, and we have proved that our love is strong, deep, and beautiful.
 
On this day, I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, Yerin. I wish I could be there to hug you, to love you, to kiss you.
 
Yours,
Juan

{Sugar Daddy & Princess}

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