The Second Letter from Her

March 17, 1995

She honestly wasn't surprised that she hadn't received a letter back. It had been a week since she sent a response. But Dahyun checked the date that was stamped on the envelope, and it had been sent a few weeks back. That was pretty recent enough.

So, there could be a possibility that N was angry at her for obviously reading her intimate letter and believed that Dahyun was a lunatic for sending a random letter back. She was a stranger, and N was a stranger too. There was no reason for her to be involved. If anything, it was kind of twisted for her to think that she would make a difference to someone's life.

Dahyun really was going crazy. But at the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Probably because of the implications of the letter, how she felt the emotions from N through the words that were written. Even under her dim bedroom light, reading the letter for the third time, she could see how the ball pen sank deep within the paper as N was writing each word.

A part of her knew she was a fool to even feel the slightest ounce of disappointment because she didn't get a letter back. But at the same time, she knew that being a fool was just part of living.

The other part that made her feel even more deranged was that she was on her desk again, pen in hand, paper splayed out on her desk with words written for N again.

Maybe…

Maybe she should try one more time. There was no harm in doing that, right?

So, she let her foolishness take the best of her.

Dear N,

It’s me again. I know that this is weird, and I don’t know why I'm still doing this. But I just needed to write to you. I’m still figuring out why. But I do.

Are you feeling better? You don’t have to be embarrassed about the letter. It just so happened that the person you wrote to has a similar name as mine, that was why I read it. I felt the need to let you know so that could clear out any misunderstandings between us.

But if you still won’t send back a letter, then I’ll understand. Just know that somewhere in this world, there’s someone that’s willing to listen to your worries. Or to have someone to talk to. You know my address.

Take care.

D