Dear my dear, Jiyoung.

Please don’t, don’t stop writing those ‘dear’ for me, because the one should be sorry is me. I can’t do anything to fight my own parents, I’m so sorry Jiyoung-ah, it’s all my fault.

No, she’s not like what you describe. She totally opposite of what you just describe, you know, she is pretty above the standard, and she’s well-mannered because she is from the upper class family. But no, it’s just her mask. She is nothing but a trash, trust me. But my parents fell for her fake charms, she can cooks, she can sew, she can do anything, anything to covers her real self. I hate her.

Jiyoung-ah, please trust me, I don’t love her. Hell, I will never love her.

I love you, Kang Jiyoung, I love your baking, especially your homemade cheesecake. I love your red face whenever you embarrassed, I love how you smiles at me when I came home. I love you, and our Jun, forever. Please remember that.

Is it sounds like a dying message? Nevermind, I feel like dying anyway.

Jiyoung-ah please take care of yourself and Jun, and please wait for me.

I love you and Jun.