I was eating when I remember the love letter from Junhoe.
"That random guy is kinda romantic. No?" I muttered to myself while looking at the envelope that smells like, wait "coffee?" Did he soaked this to coffee? I stopped myself from laughing so hard.
"I can't believe this." I cautiously opened the envelope because I don't want to ruin it. I can feel his little effort just by holding it.
"Oh, poem? Awww." He can write poem?
Rosé, I want to give you flowers but it will just wither in the future. Kekeke instead, I wrote a poem for you. *I'm sorry i'm shy*
US FALLING
Instead of endlessly going up with you, I want to endlessly fall Somehow I want to do that
Instead of sharing our peace and relaxation as we go up, I want to share our sadness and suffering as we fall
After we have endlessly fallen and arrived somewhere, I think we will have figured out what love truly is.
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