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My dearest star, why must you allow fear to control you? Why must you withdraw so deep into the recesses of your own mind at the close of our meetings, calling upon the lord in whispers so faint I reckon they lose themselves on their trek heavenward? Forgive me for speaking on sacred matters, but I can no longer mind my tongue.
Enlighten me, for I am but a fool. What compels you to crawl before a figure so quick to damn the slightest frailty? Nothing cuts me deeper than seeing you hesitate for a mere kiss. Each flinch is a hammer blow to the very foundation I’ve spent years erecting. Love, our love, should be a bastion against the tempestuous storms of life, not a source of terror.
We exist on far-flung shores of the cosmos, my love, you shackled by some supernatural tyranny, while I am guided solely by the verses of poets long passed on. I am, in essence, a stranger in a strange land, yet I seize the liberty to impose my speech upon you. I wield only my pen and my wit, but God be damned if I should cower before this tremulous storm. I was not given the title Captain for nothing.
Let my words be the very hull of our vessel, and my love be the sail that carries us onward. Should words fail, let us retire to the captain’s quarters, where I shall sink down to my knees and show you proper worship, free from pain or obligation. I desire that my voice be heard, that the world should witness my devotion for you alone, Park Seonghwa.
My love.
My life.
Should the nagging waves of fear threaten to pull you under, I'd steer us to the plank, extending my hand, ready to walk us into a sea of flames. I ask not that you forsake all that you hold dear–I’d sooner lie upon a bed of thorns, devoid of roses, than subject you to such a fate–but only that you grant me the touch of your hand in mine. allow me to unveil a glimpse of what freedom could truly be.