I am waiting for your message. I am sick at the pit of my stomach. It is easy for you to let go, to snip off that tiny string that ties you to me. Not that I blame you. I find it so hard too, living here in Manila and thinking of you living your life in Seoul. Can I hold on? I don't know.
What I know is that I'm happy that we met. I'm happy that you love me. I love you. I love you. I love you.
