Dear Kibum,

I hope that you can reach into the sweetness within your soul and find forgiveness for me. I have fallen victim to sin. It is true what you've heard. The little incubus came to me at my weakest, and persuaded me into bed with him. I feel so lost and ashamed now, because what I've done has gone against everything I said. I had promised to never give in, because I would be strong enough for the both of us always. In the end I am a liar, and a hypocrite. I can't blame you if you never wish to speak to me again. Although, I could never blame you for anything. I still can never be mad at you. Angels just have that peaceful and perfect aura around them that calms all of mankind with a simple graceful glance of those enchantingly beautiful eyes.

I am so deeply grateful that you've written back to me. I spiralled downward into near insanity as I waited by the window every day watching for the mailman. I would sprint outside to collect my mail whenever it came, always hopeful that you would write back one day. Now that you've written back to me I feel the upmost relief. I am sane once again, and ecstatic at the thought that you may write to me again in the future. I'll do just as you say, because I have confidence now that you are receiving and reading my letters. I will keep writing to you even if it takes years to get a response, because I am forever yours.

I do understand how you must feel bad for Minho. I'll try hard not to be so jealous, but understand that it is hard for me too. Can you not just drop him off at a mental asylum where he can get proper treatment for all his issues? I slightly admire your need to tend to his wounds though. You always seem to want to fix the world any way you can, which is a wonderful idea really, but you're a little too naive. Saving the rainforest by planting trees or donating a few dollars to cancer research is just fine, but taking a criminal into your home? He may not even want to be fixed. Minho probably is just taking advantage of your kind nature to get closer and closer to you. Then when he gets what he wants from you, your innocence, he'll move on to the next naive dreamer he finds. It is so frustrating for me to watch the love of my life go down the path that I know ultimately leads to heartbreak. I just hope that when you fall, you won't fall hard enough that I can't pick you back up again.

Anyways, after I returned your dog, who had run away from home and spent a few days living in my backyard, you invited me out to dinner as a thank you. I do hope that Minho wasn't invited this time. I would much rather stay at home tending to the roses on my desk. Being dead, they don't need much tending, but I have been tinkering with some compounds. Each day a test a few, trying to revive them. I know it's crazy, but I feel that if I can bring them back, then maybe I can revive our lost love as well. We've grown so apart lately. Taemin pulled me far from you, and Minho carried you off to lock you away in his dungeon of delusions. Wouldn't it be nice if I could revive plants though? I'm sure that'd bring such joy to your face. You always feel the greatest sadness ever experienced when a plant dies. If they could be brought back to life, and live eternally, I am sure you'd be overcome with enough happiness that you'd cry tears laced with sweetness rather than salt.

Love,

Jonghyun