Dear Jun

Twenty One

Dear Jun,

I need to confess.

I haven't been able to write anything lately. It's not like I got writer's block—I still have so many things I can write about you. Even if I've already written about it, I'll write it again. That's how much I love you.

The reason why I couldn't write anything lately was my wish. I wish I could say it's because I was slacking off, but alas, that wasn't the case. Time never stops and there's so many things that need to be tended first before we can get back to what we want to do.

Yes. My wish was for you to get more energy than you usually have for the whole day. You prefer being active at night—that is when you feel like you're free from obligations, from tasks from the living world. The night was your place to cross between boundaries and be somewhere beyond the realm you're in right now.

I would give you most of my energy to help you, but that is currently not possible, not at all. It pains me to admit it, but it is what it is. There's a lot of things that are just running in your head—many things that pry itself off forcefully, some wanting attention.

And even false closure.

It seems bleak, but even if it's only for a short while...

We can make time, Jun.

Don't worry. I'll help you ease your mind even if it's only temporary. Even if you grew sick of my company or my ramblings, I'll still be here.

Please don't give up on us.

Don't give up on living, Jun.

Stay alive for me.

Signed,

Arthur