dear angel,

i knew it from the day i confessed, that my words would be useless.

that your answers would be a lightning strike to my blood flow.

that you'll keep apolgizing for no reason, continously.

but i lived for the 1% chance that you would prove me wrong.

that my words would mean something.

that the butterflies would return to my stomach.

that you would smile, and say the words i want to hear.

i shouldn't have.

i should've lived on the 99% percent chance that you would reject me, like you did.

but love is blinding, and it makes you take risks that shouldn't be taken.

sincerely,

tae kwang