My Dearest Minjeong,

I hope this letter finds you in a moment of gentle serenity, where the past and present coalesce, and you feel the warmth of our shared love surrounding you. It's been nine weeks since the accident, and I've witnessed the subtle shifts in your demeanor, signs that fill me with hope and anticipation.

Today, I want to transport you to a memory that encapsulates the magic of our love – the night we danced under the moonlight. It was a spontaneous decision, born out of the simple joy of being together. Do you recall the feeling of the cool grass beneath your feet as we swayed to a melody only we could hear?

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over us, as if the universe itself conspired to create the perfect setting for our impromptu dance. I held you close, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat merging with mine, creating a symphony that echoed the depths of our connection.

In those moments, time seemed to lose its grip, and we were transported to a world where only our love mattered. The soft rustle of leaves, the whisper of the night breeze, and the twinkle of stars overhead became the backdrop to our shared dance, a dance that spoke of a love transcending the boundaries of the tangible and the ephemeral.

As we twirled beneath the celestial canopy, I remember looking into your eyes and seeing a reflection of the universe itself – vast, mysterious, a