Yeobo, I know I don't say it nearly enough, and I'm certain you don't always feel it, but I love you. I have loved you since the day I first saw you, and as a gawky teenager with bad skin and worse hair I'm certain it was puppy love, and I was even more certain it was unrequited. But as I got to know you, I fell even more deeply for you. Now we're engaged, we have a beautiful daughter together, and we have a strong, handsome son on the way. In such a short time, I'm going to become your wife, and you're going to be my husband, not just in our hearts, but in reality.

These aren't things I would have ever considered back then, when I daydreamed during our practices, and sang Love 119 to myself and called it a joke because I was an idiot of a nineteen-year-old. This is reality, however, and it's the only reality I want to consider. You are my soulmate. The old cliché that home is where the heart is is true, and my heart is with you. But I don't consider this settling. The idea of "settling down" is so absurd. We didn't settle for each other, and we have long lives ahead of us. Rather, I think we found the one person we were each meant to travel through this world with.

I know I'm rambling, but blame it on the pregnancy brain and the full bladder I wrote this on while you slept next to me. I just wanted to say I love you, Kim Hyungsoo, with all of my heart, my soul, my mind, and my body. I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you, and that I'm yours— ups, downs, ins, outs, and everything else aside. Please say you feel the same...