For Wonyoung, 

Hello. If you're reading this letter, I want you to know that everything written here is my raw conscious thoughts while I think of you. I can't write flowery words and all that stuff because I was never that direct with you. It's funny how difficult it is to tell what you feel for people you are close with. Probably because I'm too conscious of what you think about me too. Sorry for that. But I'm working on it, Wonyoung. I'll try telling you that you look pretty when you tie your hair into a ponytail. And that I want to put you in my pocket when you wear your oversized t-shirts for pajamas. Also, I'm so amazed that you pick the best restaurants with great menus. How do you do that? Really? You seem to have the greatest taste in everything. Anyway, you're probably wondering why I even wrote this letter. "You could have just texted me this. "is what you're thinking right now? I know you do. Well, you're right. This could have been a text or an email, but I want to write you one because my hands will have blisters by the end of this letter. I can feel it slowly getting numb. I'm not too fond of this pen that I'm using to write this. But that's not the point. I want my thoughts of you to be handwritten because I want to sound sincere as possible. Wonyoung, you've been nothing but a supportive person in my life. In your weird way, you show me that you knew me first before I met all these other people. To be honest, I thought that you needed me more than I needed you. Obviously, I was wrong. I act so cold to you because I want to see how far you will go for our friendship. I'm such a jerk. Oh, you have no idea how I hate myself for thinking that way. I'm sorry for taking advantage of your kindness like that. Really. Would you mind reminding me to get on my knees when I see you so I could apologize properly? I would even let you hit me. See? I'm such a grown-up, right? Though, not too much when I'm with you. Even though I'm already 21 years old and you're 20, I always feel like I'm 13 when it's just us together. Seriously, though. It's crazy how our birthdays are exactly three hundred and sixty-five days apart. We could have been born on the same day in the same year, you know? But I think that our one-year gap is more poetic in a sense. I think I like it that way. Since I'm older than you, let me take care of you sometimes. When you're tired, I will let you lean on me. If you feel like talking about many things, I will listen and try to understand you, but I'm letting you know now that I find it adorable when your voice gets bigger when you explain things. It