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dear chanhee,
i’ve come to realize that in fact, i haven’t moved on. but one day, i will. you’ll stop being my first thought in the morning (i’ll be having a dilemma whether to get up or continue my sleep), i won’t feel your warmth when i listen to your favourite song (instead, i’ll feel the warmness from the beauty of it), i won’t see your picture in my head whenever i watch the sunrise (i’ll just appreciate each and every beaming rays the sun has), i won’t find any traces of you once i walk through the paths we used to cross (i’ll just leisurely spend my time walking and looking at the cute stores in the city), and lastly, i’ll finally stop associating you with the word love (i won’t find anything special about it anymore, just a generic word used to express a strong, beautiful, terrifying emotion, or maybe if i’m lucky, i’ll find it again in someone else). it won’t be the same (i know it won’t), but one day i will, and once i do, i’ll say thank you.
love, sunwoo.