— 박지민: "how beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don't want it to beat at all."

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161226; 11:26PM. – About him.

So, there's this boy. Whenever I see that face that could've only been sculpted by the Gods themselves, I lose my mind. Seriously, everything goes blank; everything just fades away and suddenly he's the only thing I can see. His eyes are like this shining black abyss, or galaxies. Yeah, galaxies is about right. I look into his eyes and I see the lumière of a thousand stars. I look at him and see my happiness. I can get through the day just by seeing his beautiful face, just knowing he exists - his existence is a gift itself. Maybe I lost my myself somewhere in his soul, but I've found everything I think I need.

161226; 11:36PM. – His lips.

His lips, his lips are a work of art. He is art. But his lips... His lips are everything. They're perfectly shaped and perfectly pink. I can't help myself when I see him talking, I always watch his lips instead of listening to him. I mean, I hear him, but I'm not listening. I'm too busy thinking about kissing him to understand what he's saying.

161226; 11:43PM. – His smile.

People write poems about smiles like yours, it's been my favorite thing about you since I first saw you. When I first saw your smile, I was already yours. Even then, I knew it, I was wrapped around your finger - I have always been. Because until then, I'd never met someone whose smile surpass even the most beautiful sunset, and I never met someone whose grin could light up the darkest parts of me. I had never - in my entire life - met someone whose smile became a necessary part of my happiness, but then I met you and you did all of that, because you're just that beautiful. And God, your laugh... If I could only hear one thing before I take my last breath, I'm pretty sure that would be it, because honestly, your laugh is my favorite sound on the entire planet. Oh, baby, you're so goddamn beautiful.

161226; 11:55PM. – My sunset.

A few days ago I was thinking about some things and I realized that the saying "there's always a rainbow after the rain" isn't entirely true, because that day I was sad and it was raining but there was no rainbow afterwards, there was a sunset though, and it was so, so damn beautiful. So I felt like you should keep in mind that your sunset is coming. Sunsets are inevitable and rainbows are iffy, but sunsets happen every single day. And baby, you are my sunset. My only sunset.