[ entry eight; december 2013 ]
has it really been one year since i left, jun-ah? i've been used to you not replying my letters. now, i'm just presuming this as my diary as an excuse to write to you. i know, it's useless. the thoughts of you just can't be eliminated from my mind. it's winter now, your favorite month of the year. remember when you promised we'd spend a christmas together?
i've crossed out one christmas, another one's about to be. you said you could imagine us sitting around our huge christmas tree, and you would give me the best present. the wringer of why you became this way is still taking up every space in my mind.
you never once told me why, love. why is that?
