“Well fuck.” Another crumpled paper thrown in with the rest of the recycled drafts. It was only for a second that he had gotten to experience joy in his days of misery. If it wasn’t for the mere sight of her, he would have died already. She was his savior? Perhaps one could call it that. True to his desire when he first laid his eyes upon her, she was his soulmate.
“Dear big boss Anh, Even though it was your birthday, I was the one to have received the best present. You were there. You were born and you were there. Thank you. Love, Servant Kim.”
The last of his bags packed and shipped off to his new home. Everything was finalized. Everything was finish. Life goes on.
“Dear Ahn husbandeu, I miss you. I hope you are well and that you come back again soon. Are you doing well? Come back. Let me skinship with you while you push me away. Or we can reenact Doctor Crush and have that drinking eating date. You have never left my mind. Remember the stories I told you? The promises I’ve made you? They still stand. Love, Kim wifeu.”
“Sohee, by the time you get this letter, I might be gone already. I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing, but I’ll still wait for news of your return. I’m still here, watching over you, like I’ve promised you. Like how I’ve been.”
Circling the words ‘LAST ONE’, Jin placed it at the bottom of the stack. He had told her father to send her these letters in order. Once a week until she gets the very last one. The one embroidered in white laces and doves as cliche as that was. The one that contains two simple words.
“Marry Me?”
