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TO MY BELOVED KIM HEECHUL

I lost count of how many times I’ve been inspired by you to write about you. Unfortunately, these inspirations fade away after a few minutes, and I fear that they will never come back, so it is right that I stay in a constant search for the closest to perfect description of what you mean to me.
But I’m sure that since the first time I put my eyes on you, I fell in love with the person you seem to be. From the bottom of my heart, I really hope this person is the real Heechul - despite knowing that the media is the biggest lier ever. 
Also don’t know how many times I’ve been judged for saying I’m in love with someone who doesn’t even know my individual existence, a person that never approached me physically. Judge me as crazy they will, however, the more I look for you, the closer I feel, as if we know each other by living together. Sure, living together would be infinite times better.
No! I’m not satisfied with just this feeling that I dare call love, that feeling without an accurate description, without even a proper word that could be sought in a dictionary … This feeling often insultingly called “fangirl feeling”. Fangirl seems to be something as frivolous and superficial compared to what I feel.
Kim Heechul, you inspire me in many ways. Everything about you inspires me: the beautiful and sincere smile that is now rare to see, the one you used to have when your best friend was around; your eyes; your habit of fixing your bangs all the time - even the way you do that - which by the way is the same habit I have. In fact, the biggest reason for this feeling to grow up in me is the fact that I have identified myself with you, a person who’s not easy to get and that everybody judges at first as egocentric, arrogant and narcissistic, when in fact it is a person who doesn’t know how to express itself, and when it does, tries to do it quietly. A person who cares for the loved ones, a person who looks a bit arrogant for being afraid of getting hurt and suffer. This is the kind of person I see in you.
Maybe you’ll never be aware of my words, and for some reason I keep writing them. It would be very difficult to send a letter due to our different language and location, especially now, while you’re doing Military Service. Anyway, even slightly convinced, I hope one day you can read all my feelings, which for now I resume to the word love.

With Love, Petal. 

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