So you finally hopped on the plane. you called me a few times from the departure hall. I wished you didn't so I wouldn't know how much you'd miss me, & my heart wouldn't cringe.
I thought I'd be okay. What I didn't expect was a longing heart. Not just an ordinary longing heart. My heart was so confused, so unruly, so pensive; I could die.
I wished I knew how to better tell you how much I missed you. So I went counting the times I did. I tried. I really tried. I went
"하나,둘,셋,다섯,여섯,일곱,여덟,아홉,열".
& I realised, that's all I could count. I can't tell you how much I missed you becuase you havent taught me the rest of the numbers. & if I could tell you how many times I missed you in a day, you have to tell me how do I express millions and billions in your language.
only then, I'll be able to fully tell you how many times I missed you in a day.
오빠 , 보고 싶어 죽겠다 .
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