& so this is love.

oppa, I think I grew up a lot during this period of your absence. I think deeper & more rationally. But there's something that probably didn't change. My bones are aching. I think I miss you too much that not only I have a heartache, but also a boneache. HAHAHA.


I miss you. Weather has been cold. The violent draft lifts my little dress up , and my hair gets blown away like those you see in shampoo commercials.I should be pretty like that and I wish you were there to hold me so that I don't get blown away, and to hold me down and shelter me with your sturdy frame and warm embrace.


I miss you. Lets fight life together. It's less lonely that way. & It's only your company I prefer. I don't want anyone else. I like your face, I know I can live with it for the rest of my life. People say you're not handsome, I would tell them this...

 "I can look at him the entire day, everyday, for the rest of my life. Never once did I get tired of it, & I'm prepared to accept the fact that he gets old. Everyone gets old. But there's one thing that I can committ to promise, that even if this face ages, to me, I can choose to remember the past, when it looked younger, but I would always remember the warm hearted, cheeky boy that I first fell in love with, and this face and this man, would the only one that would make me fall in love with over, and over and over, and over again." & so this is love.