-i just wanted you to know that this is me trying-

Hey,

I'm not good with words. But someone once told me that the word that comes out of my pen on the paper I send you is the word that truly comes out of my heart. It makes a lot of sense. There isn't an emoji that will express my feelings after you left and I honestly don't want to bring our sacred friendship into the confines of social media. So I write this letter to you, like they would do in the past, and I'll wait for your words like the wives of the military men after they've gone to war. The war you are in right now, Yerim, I hope you win at the end of the day.

There isn't much to tell you, except that I miss you. You must be wondering where I acquired these vocabulary from but you know, Sherlock Holmes does speak in large words throughout the books written about him. Now that boredom takes me from time to time, I like to indulge myself in the mysterious adventures of the two friends. Lilibeth has been sleeping all day now. It is evident on her furry face that she misses the touch of your tender hands. But you are seven oceans away now and there isn't a way to take her to you. So we both sit together and imagine your laughter ringing in our ears.

There are rare instances I get to see your new town through the pictures you post. It seems lively, I hope it treats you and your brother well. I couldn't help but notice how skinny you have become. As much as I pray for everything to be alright and that in New York, you will find your place, Yerim, I also am quite worried and always want you to come back to us. I hope you have cool friends now who will show you a different perspective of life and I hope they love you as much as you deserve to be loved.

Are you doing well? My night is your day and now we look at different stars too. This little town misses your smile. School isn't the same anymore without its beauty queen. Everyone asks me how you are doing and I tell them you're alright, you're strong. I hope I am not wrong. I hope you truly are fine, Yerim. In case you are not, will you let me know? I don't know where we stand but can I please ask you to tell me if you ever feel like giving up? Or if you feel like you can't tell the words in your heart to your brother but you really feel like letting it all out? I want to ease your stay in that glamorous city. If it gets too cold, give me a call. Your brother has my number.

This is where I say goodbye. Only for today. If you are kind enough, you'll have me send another of these letters by replying to this one. Your silence would mean that I am disturbing you which I most definitely don't want to do. If that is the case then I hope you find happiness in the little things around you. I hope that you'll be happy. Thank you for reading.

Yours,
Jongin.

 Jongin gave the letter another read. Words from the heart did look more beautiful than all the assignments he forced himself to do on the weekends. He wrote his name beside hers, he wrote the addresses he knows, so she can write back to him if she ever wanted to. Lilibeth ran towards him from the frame of his door, laying her soft head on his lap as he finished with the envelope. The giant dog lazily his arm, asking for attention. Jongin smiled at her, kissing the crown of her head. 

 "This goes to Yerim. Do you wanna add anything, Lilibeth?"

 Lilibeth whimpered at the name, craning her neck to take a look at the white piece of paper. Jongin patted her head twice before beginning to her coat. "I know. I know you miss her. But she'll be back one day. And you'll play with her."

 Lilibeth dug her head into his thigh. Jongin slid from his study chair to the floor to cuddle with Lilibeth. Lilibeth held him in her embrace as they lay on the ground. The giant Newfoundland dog was almost his size when it laid down in this way, almost, and had been in this family since only last year.

 "She'll come back to us, Lilibeth," Jongin said, staring at the wooden ceiling. "She won't forget us."

 In the sunny afternoons, there would be the sound of the smooth wheels of skateboards on the pavement all around the neighborhood. A girl would stop right before his window where he would usually be studying. Junmyeon would watch her wave, jumping to get his attention while her skateboard would lay on the road, abandoned for quite some minutes before she would become tired and return to it. Junmyeon would wonder why she never called him by his name but then he became aware that she couldn't speak. And th