It’s always a good morning when the love of my life updates.
Every time I remind him of good he looks in blue attire he goes and wears blue the next day.🤧
Calling him Daddy isn’t enough anymore. Gonna start calling him Master or God.
All that ass belongs to me and me only. Good morning everyone.
Good morning.
Puppy love!
Darling, ain’t nobody looking at that damm dog.
Oh yes, the very same arms that choke me when he’s deep inside my guts.😖
Good morning.
A few photos of my hubby yesterday.🤗
Me blushing behind the damm camera.😪
The view might be beautiful, but I always prefer admiring the beauty before it.
Me when I dream spicy shit about Yunho and I can feel everything he does to me, in real life. 😞😩
Then I wake up empty and tired. These Damm sex demons draining my life. But they sure be making me feel things.😖
A dream in a dream? It’s giving Deja Vu.
My Yunho brainrot is so strong I just had a dream about him and it was rather interesting.
Like we were a couple and the dream started with us in a car crash. I looked to my left and he was unconscious and with a big wound on his forehead from the crash.
He was bleeding all over. He was dead.
Then suddenly we were at his funeral (I fucking hate when I do time skips in my dreams).
Grief consumed me completely. And I had thought of two options in order to be with my love again.
Either commit suicide or find a spiritual way I could contact Yunho since he was now in the spirit world.
I knew he could hear me, I know he could see me. I knew he was as sad as I was.
In the dream, Yunho appeared as a blue faint fog. Like a spirit. He was standing beside his tombstone. Crying and shaking.
He couldn’t believe he was gone. And that he had lost me. I had lost him. But not entirely, because I could feel his presence, his aura. I knew he was around.
So I started calling out to him. I needed his opinion. I needed to see him. I needed him. At least one more time before he walked into the light and disappeared forever.
I moved closer to his tombstone where I could sense his presence strong and potent.
“Yunho? L-love?” I called to him.
Which was answered by a chill running through my hand left wrist and up my arm. Was he…. perhaps touching me? He was here indeed. And that triggered me to start crying.
I then felt the same chilly cold touch on my cheeks, as if he was wiping my tears away (I also hate how a lot of the stuff in my dreams I can actually feel while I’m dreaming, like remembering it I can feel his touch).
I tried to contain myself. I cleared my throat. Then I spoke up.
“Yunho, im so sorry….. you didn’t deserve this. You don’t deserve this. But….. I need to know.”
I took a deep breath and looked up as if trying to imagine I’m looking into his eyes.
“I want to be with you again. But I don’t know how. Is death, suicide the only way?”
I then felt the chilly cold touch on my shoulder.
How was he going to answer me? I needed to ask yes or no questions and ask him to throw something like a rock if the answer was yes.
I proceeded to ask so and he didn’t throw the rock. Which meant no? I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to be with him so badly. He was my world. My life was so numb and colorless without him.
I would succumb to the claws of death itself if it meant I could be with my love.
I told him what I wanted. I felt him shake me by my shoulders.
Perhaps he didn’t want me to sacrifice myself for our love. For our reunion. But I had nothing to loose.
Life was sad and lonely anyways, I thought.
We ended up agreeing to it somehow. A lot of begging on my part. We thought of ways to end my life without making it so painful. Another car crash? We didn’t have another car. Perhaps jumping off a building, it needed to be super high. A lot of people that jumped only ended severely injured. So we scratched that.
Then we thought about the method most victims use. Self harm. Perhaps a slash wound to my neck, the jugular vein? A big slash on my thigh? The veins there are sensitive and you loose a lot of blood rapidly.
Or simply just twisting my own neck and falling unconscious to the ground. That was fast, not painful at all. A quick blow and I was gone.
So we agreed on the ladder.
And then everything went black, until lights started to cloud my vision. I could see again. Then two feet before me, long legs, that beautiful slender form. Then those beautiful brown eyes that always made me weak. Yunho.
We hugged and kissed. It felt so good, lively. Even if we were dead now. We were now with each other again. For eternity.
Ehhhhhh. Yeah I tried my best to remember the dream. Most of it feels like a fog. I woke up crying, is all I will say.
Anyways. I thought maybe, if somebody could write a story of this, please do. I woke up from that dream so empty and sad. Like a piece of me was missing.
And I guess I just want the emotion to be put into words.
A lot of my dreams are of similar topics and emotions. They all feel lively, like I’m actually there. But this one took a part of me. This one left me feeling numb.
Also I apologize for any grammatical errors, I’m quite tired and not in the mood for proof reading.
Me trynna get over my addiction of having so many Yunho pics and this mf hits me with these.😪🤦♀️😖
PLUS HE DYED HIS HAIR!!!!!
The lip bite always gets me so weak in the knees.
He’s so goddam hot.
Ovulation week is ending but I’ll always be mega horny for him no matter what.