Dear Yeobo,
I hope you are well. I hope you are getting better. I hope you are at peace in your mind and gaining strength physically. I'm sorry I neglected you. I didn't mean to leave you lonely. I didn't realize how lonely you were. I should have been there for you more than I was. It's too late to change the past, but I want you to know that I am sick to my stomach with regret. I wish you hadn't gone through all of the terrible things you went through. Remember when we first met? You'd come and visit me and we'd eat some crappy food I made. We'd play music together. You played all the songs I wanted to play and told me, "I hope you are a musician in your next life". I hope you remember how I did everything I could to get you home. I must see you again in this life, Yeobo, because you know I don't believe in life after death. I dream of seeing you smile again. I dream of watching you go on the Viking again. I dream of watching you bounce down the rock steps at Kwanak-San again. I dream of watching you eat Sundae and Kimchi Chigae again. I dream of hearing you play 'If' and 'Dust in the Wind' and 'Stairway to Heaven' and 'Hotel California' on the guitar again and hearing you sing along with those songs. I dream of hearing you snore at night again. I dream of cleaning your hair out of the shower drain again. I dream of holding you in my arms again. Oh, Yeobo...I miss you so much. Please, get well. I dream of you calling me big nose ajoshi again and telling people how thin my face is. I love you, Yeobo.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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