dear angel,

i saw you holding yi an's hand before class today.

such perfect happiness...

that i wasn't part of at all.

i wanted to slap him...

or you.

i wanted you to understand how i felt.

to feel how much i've been hurting all this time.

but i didn't.

i wouldn't have anyway. i love you too much.

i hate that i love you.

and you love that i'm gone.

maybe i'll stay away.

that's better than hurting you.

sincerely,

tae kwang