LOVE LETTER.

- h

I remember how hesitant I was to say that one word — love. It was always on the tip of my tongue, but no matter what the situation, I was never able to say it to you.

I guess you could say I was afraid of love.

But no matter what, you'd just smile at me and say, 'No, it's okay, I understand. I don't want to rush you if you're not ready.'

But now, more than anything, I wish I had just said those three words.

I know how much it would've meant to you.

I remember how you'd always cry at the end of those sappy romance movies, and how I'd always tell you that there was no point in crying about it if it was over. That makes me a hypocrite, though, because what we had is over, and here I am, still crying about it.

It's not your fault that what we had is over, though.

I remember the first time we had to rush you to the hospital. You never wanted me to know about it.

I remember overhearing you talking to Sanghyuk about it. It was wrong of me to eavesdrop, but when I heard you crying, I couldn't help myself.

After all, seeing you cry makes me sad.

I still remember hearing you sobbing to Sanghyuk, begging him not to tell me about it. You wanted him to keep it a secret from me until it was too late.

You wanted us to be happy together during your last moments.

When Sanghyuk left the room, he looked so sad. He gave me a fake smile, and with a wavering voice, he told me to go in.

When I walked in, it was obvious you had been crying. 'I'm fine,' you had said, a broken smile on your pretty face. It wasn't as bright as it used to be. 'Just passed out from exhaustion, don't worry.'

You almost choked on your tears, but you tried not to make it obvious. You always did try to make everyone happy, even if you weren't happy yourself.

But because I didn't want to make you think something was off, I smiled and told you not to overwork yourself.

You just wanted to make me happy.

But every day, you were getting weaker and weaker.