Dear Jonghyun,

I try to speak, but you never listen. Just like everyone else, you brush me off as some messed up kid off in their own little naive make believe world. I noticed you write a lot, so I thought I'd try my hand at it. Maybe finally you'll hear me through the paper. I am not as shallow or as stupid as I may seem. Without my name to sign this letter you would probably think of me as a well-spoken young adult, yet with my face attached every word is as meaningless as a child's first scribbles.

Every time I'm over all you do is ignore me. I spend the entire time watching you writing at your desk. Who is it that you spend all your time writing to? Do you have a sweetheart out there somewhere far away? Are you writing to your parents, whom you miss so dearly back home? I know it's bad to be nosy, but I can't help being so curious. Please tell me who it is that takes all your time away from me. I wish I could read those letters, but I respect your privacy.

I doubt I'll ever send this to you, but if I do I hope it'll be me that now you write to. Maybe I'll slip this letter under your door when you're asleep as a little morning surprise. That'd be cute, if we wrote to each other. Then maybe we could take the time to finally get to know each other, because I know hardly anything about you, and I can't really tell you much about me. Still, I'd love to know more about what makes you tick. You always seem so mysterious and puzzling, like an enigma. 

For instance, why do you live in such an old house? It's practically rotting inside, and all the furniture has accumulated enough dust to tell me it hasn't been touched in decades. Did you inherit it as your family has for generations? Or are you just such an old soul that you bought it this way, then neglected it for some time? Also, why do you live alone? And how long have you been alone? Did your family pass away? Did you ever even have a family? It'd be so nice to have a family...

Wouldn't it be so lovely to have children to cook for, to teach about the world, to tell stories to and joke with? One day I hope to have them, although I can't physically have them, sadly. Even though the thought is slightly sad, this brings new opportunity and happiness to whichever lonely orphans I'll one day adopt. I'll give them the chance that I never got, being stuck in the orphanage all those years. They'll have the chance you never got too. Yes, as I think of you now I know. The eyes of the orphaned are forever scarred, and I see those scars in your eyes. I wonder if you can see the ones in mine. Then again, you never look at me so how would you? Maybe if I could just get you to hold my gaze for just a few seconds you would see the connection we have, and possibly strengthen it into a solid bond. But wishers, as much as they hope, never get their wishes. Only those that do, grasp their fantasies and mold them into realities. Therefore, I'll probably have to find another way to capture you in my gaze. A little extra flirting couldn't hurt could it? You seemed so stunned by me when I first came by, so there's no doubt a physical attraction between us. Let's hope that's not all that's there.

Sincerely,

Lee Taemin ;)