Jan 8

Seoul

Jeong-Hyeok 

Hyeoky- my jealous Hyeoky. Strangely, I'm giggling as I write this. You'll ask why. I'll tell you.

Remember that night when we had the other guys over for dinner. I'm saying "we" as if we are really a couple, just a husband and his wife inviting their friends over for dinner. Strange.

Anyways, I was really grateful to all the guys that day. Despite being beaten up, they risked their lives and remained loyal to you. They did not speak a word about me to Cho Cheol-gang, that odd-eyed general of yours. Now that I think of it, I'm glad I landed right in front of your doorstep rather than his. Phew, I would have been writing this from heaven then.

Arrghh. I'm deviating from the topic again. Remember the finger hearts I gave all of them as a token of my gratitude. Not having anything else on me that time to repay their kindness, the finger hearts were all I could come up to show my affection. I didn't even think much of it, but tonight I suddenly remembered how you'd suddenly become pouty after seeing the guys off. You'd said something about me having multiple hearts. And then you stormed off to your room. See, I'm giggling again. You didn't even allow me to use the bed that night and slammed the door hard on my face.

That night I'd been nonplussed by the sudden U-turn in your behavior, but now weeks later, I realized what'd really upset you! You'd been jealous that I gave the others the finger hearts, right Hyeoky? Silly me, why didn't I see it before?

Well my love, the finger hearts I gave them were friendly tokens of affection, but it is you who reigns over my real heart. It is you who has seeped through the depths of my soul. It's your name that rings in my ears and lingers beside every word I utter. It is you who is the reason I've started believing in goodness in the world again. Because it is you that I fell in love with Hyeoky. It is you. And no matter how many finger hearts I give you, it'll never be enough, because you're worth more to me than anything else in my life.

I actually drew a doodle on the sides of this page for ten minutes. The art is decent though. Maybe you'd like it when you see it. If you see it.

You'd have guessed by now that I'm horribly drunk. Well, what else could make me giggle that way, besides you and your rare smile. By the way, you should smile more often Hyeoky- it makes the dimple in your cheek standout. I swear every time you smiled, I had this urge to kiss you. I wish I had though. Probably then we'd have had more kisses than I could count on my fingers.

Remember the olden times when women used to kiss the letters they sent their beloved? I'm sending a kiss along with this letter too, only I know it'll never be delivered.

Why did you have to be born so far away from me Hyeoky? Just a few hundred miles in and we'd have been sitting here together, drunk out of our minds. Though I suppose we'd be doing better things than writing. Hehe, see I giggled again. It's you and your magic Hyeoky that even in the depths of despair, your memory can make me smile.

Love to Pyongang and back (that's tougher than the moon anyways),

Se-ri