“The past cannot be changed, forgotten, edited or erased. It can only be accepted”

It’s a warm sunny day in the Philippines. It has always been like this here. I am finally back. It’s been years since I came back home. It’s been 5 years since I left. It’s been 5 years since we lost contact of each other. Well, I did it on purpose. I didn't tell anyone that I moved to Korea years ago, well, except for Heechul. I tell her everything.

I came back home because it was a friend’s wedding. She asked me to be a principal sponsor for her wedding and of course I couldn’t refuse. She told me about that after handing me the invitation. She had that kind of habit in her. Once, on her 18^th birthday, she gave me the invitation the night before. I only knew that I was a part of her 18 treasures when I read the invitation. God, that girl is full of surprises.

So here I am today, in my old apartment. Nothing seems to have changed. It still looks like the way I’ve left it, only there were letters on the floor. I slowly picked each one up. There were about 100 letters, all coming from one person. Kris. My mind and heart was battling on whether I should throw the letters, burn it or read it. But then I thought maybe I should read what some of the letters say.

letter one:

letter two:

letter three:

letter four:

I stopped reading. I couldn’t take it. The pain was still there, lingering. It felt like I was opening healed wounds. I placed the letters on my side table and went to my room to unpack.