Dear Jeongmin,
        I’ve been feeling more and more like we’ve grown apart, and that, perhaps, we may be drifting out of each other’s lives. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this desperate to fix any type of relationship. It’s strange because it feels like such a natural end, one that I need to allow and accept, but half of me is fighting to keep this alive because of the life it used to bring to me. 

        I went on a business trip this week for two days, but my soul remained here with my memories of you. You’ve never set foot in the regions in which I found myself, yet I searched for you my entire time gone. I was distracted from my work because my mind only engaged itself in searching for you: your unique inflections, your messy hairstyle, and the arms that had held me as I laughed in the middle of the night. I spent my time gone in search of you. 

     But how can I miss you? You’re not mine, you never have been, and I highly doubt you ever will be. And yet I hold you so dearly in my heart. But that’s the thing - missing what was never yours is its own form of heartbreak.

Love, 
Hyunseong