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Wednesday, February 15, 2006



hey~
this is the movie which almost flood my room, myself and mickey last nite... super tragic. i hope i can just die without feeling such heart pain... sob sob... almost couldn't breath with my tears and mucus... u read this and u'll noe. it's interesting. i guarantee...

She has changed.
I think my wife has changed. I can't remember the last time we slept together, let alone a serve of a warm breakfast. I am a comedian and I admit, that I don't have much to show for, appearing on a children's program with a mask, which no one hardly watches. But still, this is way out of line. She doesn't even want to look at me anymore. Of course, I was angry at first, but I think I'm getting used to it now. Come to think of it, it has been a long time since I saw Jeong-yeon's last smile. She's so beautiful when she smiles... Damn! When is going to be my time to be famous, I wonder.

I finally found out her secret.
Park Jeong-yeon... Jeong-yeon... Jeong-yeon, the one I wanted to be with forever. She is sick. She is very sick. And there's nothing anyone can do any more. My God... Please give us just a little more time. Enough time for me to do something for her...
-From husband Yong-ki's diary-

The first and the last confession
My Dear, Yongki!
I am sorry. I have always been sorry. Right from the first moment we met and loved. But how much time do we have left? The time for me to see you and to feel you. I truly hope that you'd understand me for all those things I couldn't say to you. I'm sure you would've done the same. Since we've met, I have never regretted the fact that I loved you. Not even once.
The more I think of it, leaving you behind gets harder and harder. And it really makes me worry to think what you can do without me, but then I comfort myself by saying "the time will heal". But by merely looking at you makes me think of the time we've been together and it makes me happy. Don't get so lonely when I'm gone. Everyone has to die someday and it just came for me a little sooner, that's all. Don't be so sad. Just think that I'm leaving a little bit before you. And I am sorry... for the times I have been cold and cruel to you and for the times I have raised my voice at you for nothing at all. I'm sorry for not being more affectionate with you but you know that my heart for you has never changed, right? Please do not throw away the dreams you've had, just because I'm gone. Please promise me, Yong-ki. Just even imagining you making people happy up on the stage makes me so happy. Though we part now, let's be together for ever and ever the next time we meet again.
You were the most beautiful present this world has given to me.
Thank you and sorry, Yong-ki. So long!
-From a letter from Jeong-yeon



~ { 10:48 pm }
aiming for the sky above;