Letter 24

Dear Myungsoo,

I think I caught a cold, again. Even though I have the blanket all to myself now.

Remember how we used to fight over the single blanket and in the morning I’d wake up, shivering all over, because you were stronger than me (it’s still a mystery to me why we never bought another). You always won. And then remember that one night, when I sneezed and you jumped out of the bed because you didn’t want to catch my cold. I didn’t mind really, but in the morning I woke up with you by my side, blanket covering me completely - you were the one lying bare. You did that, didn’t you, you sneaky thing. I didn’t thank you for that because I was still mad at you for your over-reaction.

Is it too late to thank you?

Funny how the single blanket really suits me now. And yet, I managed to get sick. I can almost see your exasperated eye-roll. I gave you a hard time, didn’t I? You always asked me what kind of a doctor can’t take care of himself. I can almost hear your voice, laced with amusement and weariness and…there was something else I can’t remember now.

Could it be…love? It was, wasn’t it? The L-word, the L-word I’m almost forgetting.

PS: Do you remember the L-word? Of course you do…

With love,

Sungjong