I know myself: There is no way I can get those tiny muscles under my tongue to utter these words to you, nor can I get myself to even text this. And as you know so well of my love for writing, I hope some eerie spirit would drive you to my blog one day, and read some few sentiments of mine, things I’ve always wanted to tell you.
I don’t even know where to start.
OK.
Hello.
Thank you so much, from the bottom of my non-existent heart, for five really amazing months of Bonchon, exchanging secrets and murdering our lungs together under the sun. I had fun. We were partners in everything. You were the wings of my airplane during my voyage as nourishment and promos head. We made a good team and I couldn’t have accomplished anything with out your superman-like abilities as my deputy.
But when I told you that I was a heartless being, you should’ve believed me.
I’m sorry…
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