i wrote you some sentimental notes. the idea is to open them when you're feeling what the description says you're feeling so if you're lonely, there'll be something in there to soothe you. make you laugh. maybe cry a little. but the good kind of crying, not the sad kind. you know i'm not so good with my words but i want you to hear them when you need them. sometimes i need to be the romeo too, romeo. leaving you is probably one of the most idiotic decisions in my entire life, reasonable or not. it feels stupid because of how much i'll miss you and how much you'll miss me. how all i want to do is make you happy god damn it. this thing between us feels like something big. something real. because it's so real i don't want to risk losing it. because it's so real i also feel like we'll make it out alright. you have all of me. and this is all for you.

p.s. don't open them all at once. that's greedy, but unacceptable.

yours,
junsu

i miss you too. i want you to tell me these, or think through them: 1. one thing you miss 2. one thing that makes you feel better 3. one way we still have each other. sleeping without you next to me is going to fucking suck, especially on the weekends, but i'll get a dog and you'll have cappie so we'll have to make do with being dog dads. tell cappie to keep my spot warm for me. he'll have to deal with getting kicked out once i'm back.

yours,
junsu

if you look in your closet, way in the back, i got you something to remind you of me.

yours,
fantastically twunky mr. fox

alright i don't have a dumb dirty joke on hand. but i can say i want your equally as mighty wang of loving to stuff me like a cream puff. bean me like the jellybean i am. smash me like a pot of creamy potatoes. berttie bott's flavor: dick.

deliciously yours,
jellybean

i think about you when i jerk off. i can't do it without thinking about you. first i think about your mouth, kissing you. i could kiss you for hours. remember when we used to do that? i think about that, but condensed because i can't kiss you without getting hard. i think about how good your lips look when it's red and bruised from me. how they feel around my fingers when you suck on them as i fuck you. god, does it feel good when i fuck you. like heaven. you, on your hands and knees for me, heaven. your legs wrapped around me. hearing you say my name like that, like how no one else does because you're the only one allowed to. seeing you hard and leaking as i push into you. it's gorgeous. sometimes i think about riding you. i'll tease myself first, imagine your hands and that tongue opening me up. it drives me crazy. i like the look you get on your face when i sink onto you. reverent. blissed out. hungry. and i'm the perfect fit. i'll ride you so hard stars explode beneath your eyelids or something as cheesy as that. ride you through your release. that's usually when i come. if not then, i think about you whining and writhing and begging for me and i turn into a mess i swear.

p.s. i'll be wearing your shirt and only your shirt when i think about doing all this

yours,
junsu('s dick)

just me and you, waltzing in your living room. and in mine too, later. i was so pleased you liked the surprise concert and i thought this is so. romantic? sentimental. not my style. but you were happy, and i was happy that you were happy, and we only kissed but it was enough. i genuinely think that was the first time i didn't want more. or that i didn't bring someone out on a date in hopes of getting laid. i mean i still wanted to sleep with you then, but it wasn't about that. it was all about you, and me, and music and dance. plain, simple, magic.

yours,
howl jonkins

hey, are you single? want to go on a date? i want to date you. i want to go on a hundred of them with you, each one being a different one anywhere around the world. i want to read books with you and hear all the things you have to say about the parts you liked and disliked. we're going to go camping, in the winter, in a nice cabin somewhere out in the quiet woods near a lake. there'll be a fireplace and stacks of quilts, hot tea, honey and cakes, a study bed and a nice bathtub we can use together. when it's the holidays you know i'm going to go all out with gifts and i'll wear the sweater you'll knit for me. when it's new year's i'm going to kiss you at midnight no matter who's around. hand brushing is nice, but it's not a new year's kiss yeah? each time i come back you'll have me all to yourself. i'll wake you up at god knows how early in the morning and you'll grumble, you'll octobear me and it's going to work but i'll be awake enough to kiss you and convince you there are better things to do with our mornings. i'm keeping a stack of the books i've bought over the year at your place in one of your shelves and you know i can't leave them unfinished, so yeah. i'll be back.

yours,
junsu

i'm crazy about you. i don't know how else to describe it. i'm completely out of my mind for you. anyone else i meet i think nah, not like dae. nothing like dae. not as cute, or sweet, or clever, or so perfectly you i can't accept any other kind of perfect other than the way you are. fuck. who am i? i'm smitten. i don't need people like this. i don't want people like this. i don't adore people like this. but in need, want, adore you. we're made of the same starstuff. you're my bear in our rowboat. i want to drift with you until i can't drift anymore. that feels something like forever.

yours soon,
junsu

see you at the airport bright and early, romeo.

yours,
junsu