Dear Taehyung,

It has been four days since I was discharged and you're still not home. When will you come home? I kept on asking you that through the phone but you can't give me an exact date.

I hate that you still think about work so much when I kept on asking you when you're coming back. I can see it now, Taehyung.

We've lost.

A normal and faithful husband should be scrambling back home when his wife asks him to. And you used to be that way. But what happened now?

Sometimes, I look at you and see a very different person. Different from the person I knew. Different from the man I loved.

Why hadn't I seen it before? Why had I been holding on to you for so long?

I'm stupid. You're stupid, too, but I'm more stupid than you. My love for you is so stupid. And frustrating. And painful.

Jennie told me to leave the house. But I don't want to. This time, I want to talk to you face to face. I want to shout at you and scream all of my frustrations. At you. At your work. At us.

This is probably the last letter I will write to you. Because I have already decided.

All five years, I have always chosen you. I have always favored your happiness more than my own. I have always prioritized you and your needs over my own. I don't want to think that all the years I have shared with you are just a waste of my time because we had our share of laughter. When we were in college, you fought for me. You made me laugh. Y