dear angel,

the first thing that meets my eyes is you.

i'm thrown over with panic, and 'dude-be-cool'. i don't want to make a fool of myself in front of you.

there's a seat by you, but i can't get myself to sit there.

i sit, a huge expanse of space between us, like a rope on fire.

this was the closest i'd been to you in so long.

i wanted closer.

i felt so uneasy, with you eyes digging holes into my back.

it wasn't until you left, that i was able to breathe again.

you went to yi an.

that hurt.

We can't even call ourselves strangers.

We knew eachother before.

Right?

sincerely,

tae kwang