Letter 18

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Hi Seonghwa.

Yesterday I told you that you are the cloud to my sky...

So, if you weren't here, I would always be the same. Always blue. Every day the fuckin' same. Monotonous.

But how can a cloud exist without a sky?

So it would mean that you couldn't exist if didn't exist.

But that doesn't seem right to me. You would still exist.

Maybe, if, like if you weren't here I would be monotonous, if I weren't here you would be lost.

I don't know.

But you know what? I'm here. And you're here. So there's no point in thinking about it.

Hongjoong


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