dear angel,

your eyes, when my lips skimmed your cheek, were so full of shock.

wide open, without even a blink to get in the way of your blankness.

did you really think i was that much of a lunatic for choosing you?

i don't think i was.

your perfectly imperfect, and it's exactly what i need--- not want.

and i never got a taste of your lips yet.

i'll never get the cure to this disease i've caught.

you can only exist in my heart, and not in my actual life.

i get it.

sincerely,

tae kwang