Have you ever caught somebody staring at you? When I locked eyes with somebody in the audience tonight, I remembered that you were the first person who ever noticed me. It’s weird to say that I remembered since I have never forgotten. I guess I mean to say that I thought about you tonight, and I wonder—do you ever think about me? Do you still have those pictures you took of me? Do you ever look at them? I hope you do.
These days, I worry that if I ever see one of those pictures again, I won’t recognize myself. If we meet again, can you tell me that I haven’t aged a day? Can you tell me that I look and sound exactly as you remember? Can you tell me that your love for me hasn’t changed?
I know that I am asking too much of you. I shouldn’t expect you to tell me lies. I shouldn’t write to you after so much time has passed and hope that you have kept the promises we never made. Still, I hope.
Yours eternally,
Yesung