oppa. I still miss you each and everyday of my life. I have the impulse to call you, to text you, to find out how you're doing with your life. but all of these, I've come to be told, are too intrusive. If you're not coming to me, everything i do for you might just go unappreciated, and a burden to you. If only being nice to you were simpler. If only life were simpler. Imagine there werent seas separating nations, if only there weren't desires and hate and love. We would be all one body. I wouldnt have to suffer from the torment of love. You wouldn't have to suffer the torment to know how to reject me time and again.
I always knew how to fall in love. I never really knew how to fall out of it.
Come back to me. I'd be good to you.
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