Hi Mino.

I dreamt of running last night.

I ran farthest from everything I’ve known.

To a place where I know you’ll be. To safety. 

I ran to your arms where I’ve always belonged to all along.

But your eyes were unresponsive, looking out into the unknown. I caressed your face, longingly. But you didn’t even look at me. I told you the words you always loved to hear. Those three words that solidified my eternal bond to you.

But it seemed as if you couldn’t hear them.

Then you vanished, I stopped feeling your heartbeat against mine, your soft hands touching the small of my back. And then, I realized that you’re not with me anymore.

That’s when I woke up.

I screamed your name into oblivion, hoping, praying that somehow, somewhere you would hear the depths of my voice, calling to you. But I knew you wouldn’t hear them. Because you’re gone.

I go back to that night you left, replaying every scene in my head. I should’ve ran after you, Mino. Damn, I should’ve. Maybe if I did, you would still be here, with me, and we’ll still do the things all the young couples do. Maybe we could still go to that playground we both loved, we could even wake up early in the mornings just to sip the homemade coffee we both adore. Maybe I could still wake you up with kisses, and tell you how much I love you since you always loved those kinds of mornings. Instead, I’m in this gloomy field with crosses and flowers all arou