Dear Yoochun,
This is your Noona. Yeah, THAT one. Listen baby, I don't care about the crocs or the tattoo; all I care about is you. You do what it takes to make you happy. That's all that matters. You live for yourself; not us crazy fans . You know I will always support you. As long as you are not scamming little old ladies, hurting children and arranging dog fights at Michael Vick's house you are ok with me.
I love you. You make me say and do crazy things( sorry about the fan fiction). You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me jizz in my pants. You are funny, dorky, lovable, "passionable,' and sexy as all Hell. My love for you is greater than the Gingerbread Man's vitality.
It's a shame that I'm so broke; I will probably never be able to see you live in person. I will just have to worship you from afar.
I hope that even when you are 80 years old, you still have a spring in your step and a twinkle in your eye that will make the ladies (and fanboys?) swoon.
Saranghae, my sweet little dongsaeng; never change.











