Dear Jeongmin,

     I’m writing this before the sunrise with a shaky hand and a heavy heart. I went back to the music festival at which we met because it had truly been a fun experience for me, but I had forgotten that you were what made it fun. I ran into the friend that told you to ask for my number last year and he (jokingly?) said he recognized me as the one that had hit on you. I hope he was joking. That is not what I want you to remember me by.

     I hadn’t realized how convenient of a place a concert is to think. It’s so easy, surrounded by music, to lose your train of consciousness and instead become enveloped in your thoughts. I felt bad after coming back to reality, thinking of how disrespectful it must have been to the musicians, but I can’t help it. I only thought of you part of the time, but you still appeared in my thoughts. It’s been a year, but you slowly faded. I hardly think of you anymore, and we hardly talk, but I need closure. I need to understand what happened and why. I’m so sorry, but I think I’m going to send you these letters. 

Hyunseong