dear angel,

it's a deadly type of sadness; a disease

i'm trying to bring myself to be strong enough to approach you again.

to carry on the conversations we used to have, when we were close.

do you think we were close?

i like to think that.

but my mind shatters all of it, telling me that you'll just push me even farther than i already was.

then i would really give up.

i would really try to let you go.

it's what you want, but i'm to greedy to put myself near that situation.

i want to live having at least the smallest chance.

sincerely,

tae kwang