Youngjae ruffled his hair in frustrate. It was a tiring day for him as he only got back from his America tour and he got landed at the midnight. His concerts were a great development of his carrier but he could tell how tiring it was. He looked around his flat, the B.A.P members had told him once or twice to start re-decorating his flat as his photos with Hana were still everywhere.

But he always got a reason to not started cleaning them. Those photos and memories were the reason why he broke up with his late girlfriend. That one girlfriend he thought he loved. He sighed as he grabbed the letters on the dining table and started scanning them one by one. His hand stopped when he saw a white envelope that had his name on it.

“TO : Yoo Youngjae.

FROM : Jung Hana”

His heart pounded fast as he opened it.

“Dear Youngjae,

I’m writing this letter with a messed up thought. I probably know you’d just burn this letter and make a joke of me when you have finished up reading it. But after all, I’m happy that I could write this down for you.

It was a raining outside and I could smell the fresh air it brought. I smiled bitterly. The rain only made me thinking of you. It brought out the melancholy feeling inside of me. It had been six weeks since we broke up but I still could remember you. I was sitting inside my bedroom, watching the rain dripped down on the window. And it was actually a bad idea as my mind wondered to you and the memories you left to me.

That last kiss you gave me was totally something. I still could taste his lips on mine. It felt sad for me now that I couldn’t get over the thought of your lips on mine and how did it feel when I was in your arms. I missed the times when we were still together.

Youngjae. Your name was lingering in my head. I could never get rid of you. I had been so attached to you that I couldn’t stop thinking of you now. I had been so crazy of you that now it tortured me if I remembered that you wasn’t mine anymore. You were someone else’s and I probably had been forgotten now.

If ever you knew how much I missed you and how much I had been desperate to make you comeback. I remembered when I went back to our home. It was 1:58 and you had already slept, too tired to wait me comeback from my busy schedule.

Your face was shining in the dark. I smiled as I traced my finger on your face. Your tired face worried me but I could do nothing on it. We were way too busy that pale and tired face was nothing for us. But it still pained me to look at your tired face and how you seemed so peaceful in your sleep. You had always been peaceful whenever you were sleeping and it used to be my favorite part to watch your sleeping face because it made me feeling calm.

When my fingers were still on your face, you suddenly woke up and surprised me when you kissed my fingers. I laughed at you and you gave me a tired smile. You asked me how I was doing and I told you that I was fine.

You sat up although I knew that you were still sleepy. I shook my head, disagreeing what you were doing but you didn’t say anything as you pulled me to sit on your lap. And then everything happened so fast. You stole a kiss from my lips and then you whispered to my ear, saying that you loved me and you’d never leave me. You whispered it with all of your heart, I could sense it. I smiled back to you and kissed you in the dark that night.

Do you remember those days when we kissed in the dark at midnight? We used to be passionate about our love.  So what happened now?

I remember that you used to bring me out for a walk in the evening. You had never wanted to listen to my whines about people would recognize us. You told me that it was evening already and people were too tired to notice us holding hands and more. But I disagreed on you, it made you upset that you finally dragged me out of the house.

I whined on you, saying it was a cold night and I didn’t wear my jacket. You only laughed on me, you pulled me closer to your body as you peeled the jacket away from your body. I asked you what you were doing but you didn’t answer me and instead you made me wear the jacket.

I looked at you, too fascinated by what you were doing but you shook your head to me, saying that it was nothing and it had been your responsibility.  I was going to debate you but you kissed me, preventing me to talk. I protested but you kept going and made some heads to turn their heads to us. I was embarrassed and annoyed but you b