I woke up, smelling the same dirt-filled air that occupied my apartment.

I stretched my arms, hitting them against the the ceiling, temporarily forgetting how close it was to my bed. "." Rubbing my now throbbing arm, I climbed down from the bunk and hit Soo Young on the back to wake h er. "Ya, Soo Young ah, wake up." I said, my voice rhaspy. My cold had still not gone away. "Aish" I said, coughing.

Soo Young rolled on her back and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked, looked at me with squinted eyes. She yawned, pulling her legs off the bed and stretching.

I glanced at the clock in the corner, then answered, "It's already 8. We'll be late for class. Let's hurry."

I walked into the small bathroom and washed my face, splashing the cold water into my dry eyes. I patted my face with cream, then washed again. I then dried my face with the dirty towel that was on the counter. I wondered when we would get new towels. Sighing, I looked at myself in the cracked mirror. Although I was abnormally thin, with excessive amounts of acne and short, unattractive hair, I told myself I was beautiful.

Soo Young called into the bathroom. "Ya, Ha Eun ah, go get the mail. I'm expecting a letter from my mom today."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the tiny apartment , slipping on my white bunny rabbit slippers while walking down the stairs to the mailbox.

I opened it slowly and a letter fell out. I picked it up. The "To" was addressed to Soo Young. "This must be it." I said to myself. I started to close the box when I noticed another letter inside. "What's this?" I said to myself. I reached in and pulled it out.

The envelope was a light tan, and the writing was small, elegant, mysterious. I flipped it over and saw it was closed with a sticker, a heart. I chuckled to myself, turning it back over. What was this? A letter?

I read the return address.

Your Oppa.

All it said were those words. I shrugged, looking for who it was for. Was it Soo Young's? But she didn't have a brother, as far as I knew. And she rarely conversed with men, since her religion did not allow it. I pondered it for a moment, then read:

To My Juliette.

Underneath, it had our address.

"This is definitely not for us..." I said. But since there was no return address, there would be no way to get this to the right place without knowing who it was for. It was obviously not supposed to arrive here, at our apartment. "Hmmm" I said, deciding to tear it open and see what this was. Maybe there was an address inside, or a clue as to who it belonged to.

I tore it open and pulled out the letter. I searched for an address, or any form of communication, such as a cell phone number or an email, but found none.

I decided to read the letter, as I was curious at this point about its content.

My Dear Juliette,

It's been awhile.

I've missed you, almost as much as I miss the theatre we used to go to, it's closed down now. Remember? I remember. Have you forgotten about our first date there? When we found the stray puppy, and took it home? I liked that day. You insisted on putting posters up about a missing animal, but I didn't listen. I just wanted to keep her. I wanted a pet to be ours. Yours and mine.

Do you remember how you cried when we found the owner? You wouldn't stop talking about the dog's ridiculous name for weeks. To be honest, I kind of liked the name. Paki, wasn't it? You wanted to name it Dolly. Although it wasn't the prettiest dog, you insisted that it was like a doll. Those were good times, weren't they?

I'm writing you because I realized I can only love one person in my lifetime.

You've probably moved on. I understand. That's why there is no return address. I want you to continue with your happy life without me. I'm going to send you letters from now on. This way, I'll have hope about my own future. If I can't be with you physically, I want you in my thoughts. You never leave mine.

Please read them and think of me.

Yours forever,

Jonghyun