Your scent lingers in my nose.

Your voice echoes in my ears.

Your touch remains in my skin.

I can't forget you, no matter how hard I try.

Everytime I walk down the hallway, your laughter is replayed.

Everytime I walk down the hallway, your warmth is felt.

Everytime I walk down the hallway, I can't help but want you to come back.

Why did you have to leave?

Wait, I know.

Don't tell me.

Don't remind me.

Don't make the tears come back.

When I walk down the road we used to go down, hand in hand, memories are replayed.

Remember when you almost hit your head on the pole?

Remember when you told me that my hair was blocking the sound waves of your voice?

Remember when you and I laughed together, unaware of the devastation looming ahead?

The heartache hurts.

Yet, I can't bear to forget you.

Everything that we shared will be lost.

Everything that we laughed about will disappear.

Everything that we knew about each other will fade, like any other old memories.

I don't want that to happen.

It would be better if more memories between us could be created, but it's okay.

I understand your situation.

Before you left, I spent weeks thinking of what I should get you.

I wanted to take pictures, ride with you in your car, share more jokes.

Eventually I wrote a 6-page letter that took me a week to write.

Everything was in it: my heart, my love, and my soul.

You taught me a lot.

From college to dealing with life.

You've been there for me when no one else was.

A memory that suddenly comes to me is when I told you that you made me cry as a joke.

Instantly, you felt so guilty and I was touched...

You cared about me.

You've never made me cry.

Even when you left.

I wanted to cry, but no tears came.

You wouldn't of wanted that.

Instead, I still felt your presence.

Whenever I walk down the same roads we traveled together, I look to my right, where you used to stand.

When I see nothing, a sad smile comes to my face.

Your ghost will always remain by my side.

Without realizing, I find myself talking to an imaginary you.

People look at me like I'm crazy, but really, I'm just missing you.

I'm too used to having you by my side.

When I see the parking lot where your car used to be, I wince when I see another car instead.

It feels weird to walk with someone else down that road.

That road where you laughed for me for the first time.

That road where you taught me an important life lesson.

That road where you wore that one jacket that I loved to see you in.

When I walk inside the practice room where you would play music for me, I get overwhelmed with my feelings.

Your music was so powerful and moving.

I want to listen to it again, someday.

When I felt devastated, when I felt hopeless, when I was too emotional, 

you were always by my side, waiting to catch me if I fell.

Your intelligence and passion for things struck deep in my heart.

For the first time, I saw someone shine in my eyes: you.

Your voice was smooth and quiet.

Even though you aren't the best singer, even though you aren't the most handsome person, even though you aren't the smartest person,

you are enough for me.

I still sigh heavily when I notice your ghost standing besides me.

Memories flood my head and the same adrenalin that pumped through me when I first saw you, pumps in my veins now.

Sometimes, I guess I annoyed you.

Thank you for putting up with me.

I was young and naive.

You taught me to mature and grow up.

Holding your hand, I went through an important phase in my life.

Please, let me hold your hand through the rest.

I miss you Yonghwa.

Love, Seohyun