55%

100 6 0
                                    

dear angel,

i want you so much more than words to describe, that i think i'm going mad.

it's killing me, breaking me in pieces, more than you'll ever know.

you're an alcohol, making every day a hangover.

you're a poison, and i still chose you.

you are my mission.

...my obsession.

i'm needing you.

how long will it take to get through to you?

sincerely,
tae kwang

What I Didn't Say [Tae Kwang's Unsent Letters]Where stories live. Discover now