dear angel,

only you made me crave to be something that wasn't even alive.

i want to be the rain, only so soft touches will reach your skin.

i want to be your jacket, so i could pull you in when you're cold.

i just want to have the nerve to be close to you, to hear your voice once again.

but i'm just a person, dancing in the friendzone, and falling farther and farther away from even existing in your thoughts.

and it sucks because you're the one who taught me what love is.

sincerely,

tae kwang