Personal Message
"Painting is something you will never take away from me."
age: 22 - january 1st - artist - single father
SUNGMIN
Sungmin was born with memory loss. He is a well known painter who was born in America but moved to South Korea when he was 20 to discover his roots and more about himself,living with his mother was holding him back somehow. He is very wealthy but likes the simpler aspects of life. Min is 6' 2" and his right eye is sapphire blue and the left is leaf green. He has short black hair that he usually styles to be down over his blue eye. The artisit works out regularly so he has muscles and a six pack. Min is 22 and he has a slight American accent because he lived in the U.S. for most of his life. He loves to paint, cook, read, model, and act. He hopes one day to have a family of his own with at least two kids and a beautiful husband or wife. He is biual and he hates spaghetti. He once had a lover, but they couldn't take Sungmin's constant forgeting them, so they left him. He keeps a special box witht hings about this lover in a secret place in his closet, when he finds it, he gets confused and hides it again because looking through the box makes him feel sad.
Eyecandy:
a blank canvas
Eargasm:
find a way - safetysuit
"I would never hurt anyone"
Likes:
painting, scultping, sketching, writing,
cooking, kids, walks in the park, animals,
singing, remembering...
Dislikes:
forgetting..
my heart and a deper look into my secret thoughts... My heart is a canvas, splattered with paint and sitting on a broken easel,, My past was hard, but I don't remember most of it. I keep my past written down, and before I could even write my mother would write it down for me, even from before I was able to read. My heart is a messy canvas because of how jumbled mind is when I wake up every morning. Each color is a different time and every splatter is a different memory. None of it runs in order and none of it is under control. From afar, I might seem like a normal guy, but if you speak to me you'll easily see the cracks in my fatigue, even if I don't realize it myself. If I forget you, I'm forever sorry, but stick around long enough and a memory will catch on, I'll read a note about you or my mind will somehow just latch onto something that reminds me of you. But if you stay gone, so will my memory of you. I've had a lover that was once my everything, but is litterally now only a stranger to me. I dont' like what I am overall, but piece by piece, small doses are alright. If you stay around too long, my mind becomes a broken record. At first it's just an accidental memory slip of a misplaced pen or an unread note, but later its major, like i forget a whole day or a whole month. The longer you stay the more it will hurt, but it will only hurt you. The only time it will hurt me is when I see the broken and torn smile you try to pull off when you tell me its alright and remind me of what we were doing at the moment, but no matter how much you remind me, the pain only gets worse, and I oonly forget more. For awhile it will be okay, but happiness can't stick around all the time.. It's not my choice to forget you.. it's not my choice to let my ind slip.. Believe me, I don't want to.. I never wanted to! But.. life's a cruel game to play.. and when you play it with me.. we both.. always lose.. whether it be a memory.. or a whole relationship.. I just want to apologize now.. I'm sorry.. for not remembering yesterday..
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My Daughter
Christina
I love you so much, baby girl! Please be patient with me as my memory is not good. And I'm sorry if I ever forget that I have you around. I don't want to forget you so keep giving me things to remind me about us. I love you! I can't live without you now. I am so grateful.
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