All I do now is sit and draw. I have the passion for that you know. You should know, dear. But now, this is all that I do. Are you happy?

Despite the fact that I sit by myself everyday now, I am always happy. Wae?

Wouldn't you want to know...

Eotteokaji? I have lost my woman. You. My beautiful, lovely woman. The woman that I used to draw paintings of. Her face always fit when it came to the brush. My paintbrush accepted her. My soul accepted her. Now she leaves me forever. Eotteokaji.?

All these pictures... these pictures that I have drawn of her. She is so beautiful. But for some reason......

Over...

and over...

and over again...

even after she is gone...

I still draw her face...

If I draw an apple, her face will show through the apple. If I paint a chair, she always has to be sitting in it. 

Even now, her face stays within me. It's like my eyes have accepted her image and it will never go away. I love you darling.  I really do. I don't mind if I draw you from surprise. It just means that you are still in my heart and that you are so bright to see.

I love you dear.

This is me.

Your artist. Your soulmate. Your beloved.

                     Ken, my lady.