Dear Mr. Kim JaeJoong,

How are you? I hope you're well. I wanted to write to you, but I got sick again. I even went to the doctor for a checkup, a different one this time. I went to one in the city, to diagnose something that has been left uncared for years too many.

I'm not suprised, Mr. Kim JaeJoong. I think you knew there was something wrong with me, something that would eventually kill me. I knew, too, but I didn't have enough courage to speak.

I have multiple sclerosis.

Remember when we watched 1 Litre of Tears? You and I, we cried together, saying if anything like this ever happens, we would be there for each other. Kind of silly at the time, but now it's coming true.

Mr. Kim JaeJoong, it's getting harder for me to write. I cannot walk at a normal pace. My eyes are not as steady as they were a couple years ago. I cannot even swallow without some assistance.

Mr. Kim JaeJoong, will you come back to take care of me? Will we ever meet again? I will leave to where you are soon. I promise.

{day 54. }