“I feel so empty...It’s like...It’s kinda. Damn, I can’t explain. Please save me from this pain, I can’t take this anymore. Baby please, please don’t drive me insane. I miss you every day.”

All I get in response is a small beep through the phone, signalling the end of my message. Does she even listen to my messages? Am I just pouring my heart out into her message bank where it will never be heard?

I pull at my hair with one hand, angrily smashing the steering wheel with the other. Why would I ever expect her to listen to me anyway? I’m nothing in her life, in her eyes. I’m nothing but a smudge, ruining her perfect picture.  I could just leave and let her live in peace but I’m much too selfish for that. She is my addiction, my drug. Every moment without her hurts more than anything.

Mi Sun....Even simply hearing her name spreads that familiar feeling of warmth through my heart. How could I ever resist loving something so delicate, so utterly perfect. She’s almost like a precious little porcelain doll, sitting all alone on a high shelf where I can never reach her. Pure perfection, it’s the only phrase that does her justice. Those deep brown eyes, they pierce though my every thought. The way she stares up at me, those very eyes glistening with tears. All because of me.