the one that got away ; jenyong

six

"Come in," I said, as soon as I heard a knock coming out of the door. The figure of someone I know walks in, I noticed there was a piece of the envelope in her right hand.

Just like I thought, it was for me. She directly put the envelope down on my table. I put my brush down on the table as I walked closer to her.

"What is this?" I asked her.

"A love letter," she answered, adding a mysterious smirk at the end of the word. I glance at the envelope, and it shows a familiar name written on it.

From your fiancee; Doyoung

I smiled as I read the name.

"Must be nice receiving love letters every month from your love ones," she said, teasing me before she left me all alone with the letter in the room. I giggled, pick the letter up, and started to tear the envelope apart.

It was a handwritten letter from Doyoung of course. I've got tons of these stored in my room. And I read each of them from time to time to recall every feeling that I got when I first got those letters.

I wonder what this one looks like. All his love letters sound different each time I read them. Doyoung never runs out of ideas to write sweet nothing to me.

And I loved that about him. He never fails to flutter my heart with every single letter he wrote.

-I wrote you another letter just in case you need it. You seem out of your mind nowadays and I don't want you to have that.

I'll pick you up and 6. Let's have dinner together at my apartment. Dinner is on me.

I love you every day. I'll never get tired of telling you this.

Love, Doyoung

"

He didn't miss again," I said, shoving the letter back into the envelope and having it sealed back. I put it inside my handbag and took a few glances at the clocks.

It's almost 6. I need to get prepared since Doyoung is picking me up. I took off the painting equipment on my body, and then move on to collect all the used brushes so I can get them clean.

The painting hasn't even dried up yet, so I decided to let it be in its place without disturbing it. I just don't one this one to get messed up since it took me days to complete.

A few minutes passed, and I am now waiting outside of my studio for him to pick me up. And as expected, he arrived a few minutes earlier than he promised.

"You're ready?" Doyoung asked as he opens the door to me. I nodded as I get into the car and buckled up.

"I've told the mother that I'm going with you after I got my job done at the studio," I said, holding into the seatbelt.

The time skipped again, and we had already arrived at Doyoung's apartment. It's not a place that is unfamiliar to me. His apartment already felt like a second home.

There are so many things that happened inside this apartment. We sometimes fight and make love just like every other normal couple did.

We planned on moving in together into this apartment after marriage. I just don't like the feeling of moving out into a new house. I'd rather live in the one I'm most certainly comfortable in.

"Settle yourself and I'll get the dinner ready," Doyoung said, as he quickly took off his coat and replace them with an apron.