In the midst of searching...

I never got the true meaning of love. Why does it have such deep meaning? I want to know.

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Something always draws Jaejoong to Yunho. It’s as if God wrote the two of them into the fabric of the universe, like atoms making up molecules making up compounds making up the air everyone breathes. Jaejoong can’t explain it, really. He can’t put into words what he feels when Yunho’s arm falls across his shoulder, or their heads lean in close for a picture like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
(it is)

Something always draws Jaejoong to Yunho. It’s as if God wrote the two of them into the fabric of the universe, like atoms making up molecules making up compounds making up the air everyone breathes. Jaejoong can’t explain it, really. He can’t put into words what he feels when Yunho’s arm falls across his shoulder, or their heads lean in close for a picture like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

(it is)

(via gashiyeon)