Dear dearest unnie,

 

Did you know that I had encountered countless fights with my other self over one, simple yet stupid, matter of contacting you? Did you know that I had repeatedly typed and untyped your number over my phone screen just because I was afraid that my call might be an unwanted one for you? And did you know that I had shamelessly typed your name on the search engine and stalked both your instagram and weibo just because I wanted to know your well-being?

 

Knowing or not knowing—heck, it doesn’t even matter for me. Really. But in case you didn’t know, now I’m telling you. For what purpose? You might have asked that—and I’ll answer your question with, “Just because. Probably you're curious about my well-being too.”

 

Okay, now I’m being too delusional, aren’t I? Forgive me, yes? It is just that, I don’t really know what I should say to you in this letter. You might have asked me for the second time, with a hint of scolding, “Then why the hell are you writing me a letter, Im Yoona?”—and I’ll answer your second question with, "Just because. Probably you want me to send you a letter. Or probably you miss me too, like I always do.”

 

 

Dear dearest unnie,

 

The idea of having a time machine is very tempting, don’t you think? If I had one, I would certainly go back to the time when I still could freely cling on to you and vice versa. I would go back to the time when we didn’t give a damn about the speeches that came out from our manager’s mouth and kept fooling around on every stage we had. I would go back to the time when you posted a couple of my face on your social media and even claimed me as your little rascal, without having the thought of deleting every post with me or other members on it some time later. I would certainly go back to the time when we were shamelessly giving everyone our public display of affections because we just loved and cared for each other that much.

 

But to think further about it, I choose not to have one. The idea might be tempting, but if it means that you wouldn’t be as free and happy as you are right now, then no. I’d rather cling on to that beautiful memories we had together by myself, unnie. Your happiness is more important than anything that might be able to bring you back to me—to us.

 

And on their behalf and also mine, we—I deeply apologise for every hurt and inconvenience we have caused you. We are really sorry. We really are. I really am.

 

Unnie. Jessica unnie.

 

Oh damn, how I wished I could freely shout it out loud to the world now. In front of your face with my cutest voice ever would be even better.

 

Sadly, I couldn’t. I’d do it countless time on my head, then. Don’t you ever try to stop me, unnie—or else, I’ll give you a package of cucumbers.

 

 

Dear dearest unnie,

 

, I have tears on my eyes now. Better stop writing you this letter immediately before they stained the paper. Surely I don’t want you to laugh out loud when you find out that I was crying while writing you this letter. Better save myself from future humiliation you might attack me.

 

Though I doubted that this letter would make it to your hands, still, I wish you nothing but the best. I wish you nothing but a brighter and better future. I wish you nothing but to feel content in every second, every milisecond of your life. 

 

Because I know, you deserve all the best of the best thing that this world offers, Jessica unnie. And if ever you need me, give me a call. or a text certainly fine too.

Till the next time then, dearest unnie.

 

 

The who misses you so so much,

Im YoonA