An Open Letter to the Guy with the Devil Tattoo
       I hate to break it to you, that you are not good-looking! You have the face of a snob and the smile of a flirt. Your humor was so dry I could barely tell whether they were funny or sarcastic. You were not an easy person to deal with, at one point I thought your middle name was “Annoying”. You talked about your “women” all the time as if they were your trophy, and I could only roll my eyes in disbelief. How can someone not good-looking as you became such a womanizer? And I was always left wondering how these presumed “women” of yours fell for you?
        Yes, you aren’t good-looking but you are not bad looking, either. In fact, your fashion sense was always on point and your perfume had me wishing for all the boys to smell as good as you. You don’t have the friendliest face and aura, but you are gifted with sincerity and thoughtfulness. Your humor was so dry, but it was just my style. Your middle name was “Annoying” and mine was “Annoyance”- it’s pretty close. Our conversations were never a bore, sarcasm after sarcasm, you got me! But when you talked about your “women” I hated it! I felt my ears were about to burst, maybe I was secretly hoping that you’d be more serious with your relationships. So, I just rolled my eyes to avoid nagging at you.
        But you know what? I will never forget that rainy night as I ran across the empty street, crying. I didn’t know where I was headed, I was just running away from a broken heart. Then I heard a voice calling me- a very familiar voice. And there you were on the other side of the street, grinning happily. I thought, “Where the hell did he come from? Of all moments, why appear now?” For the first time though, I was relieved to see your face in that sad moment of my life. There was an instant feeling of security as I walked closer to you, and I could tell how worried you were when you saw the tears from my eyes. You even stopped smiling for a moment when you asked me, “Why are you crying? Are you okay?” Oddly, I wasn’t in my quick-witted self that I couldn’t get any word out of my mouth. I just heard you sighed deeply and embraced me. You let me cry without any more questions. I guess, of all people you understood what pain I was feeling. You hugged me quietly under that lamp post, while I pour my heartaches out to you.
        By the time I was done crying, or probably was tired of crying, you released me from your comfortable embrace (I wanted to stay there, dang!). Then you looked at me, smirked and said, “Done? I’m thirsty! Do you wanna drink beer or soju?” We looked at each other for a while before we burst into laughter. It was epic! Your timing was epic! No, I think it was super perfect! Your dry humor saved me from that drowning moment until I was ready to pick myself up. You cancelled your appointment with one of your “women” that night and stayed with me until I regained myself back. You may have that devil tattoo but literally you were my angel that night. Thank you!
        In that brief moment under that lamp post, I guess I finally understood why all your “women” fell for you. You are that knight in shining armor that almost every girl dreams about. You made me feel pretty special when you tried hard to make me laugh when I was busy or down; when you brought me coffee every day; when you took the danger side when we crossed the street; when you entertained me when I was bored; when you comforted me when I was sad; and when you found my home so just you can say goodbye to me personally before you left. I still vividly remember your efforts, and honestly, it was impossible not to fall for you.
        Years have passed, we even lost contact, and probably you’ll never read this letter; or even if you do, I doubt it if you remember all these events. But for me, they still make me smile when I think about the times we spent, and remembering all your “small” efforts. Just so you know, every time I rolled my eyes in the past was because, well, I was sort of jealous of your “women”. Every time I turned down your coffee (or beer) invitation was a pierce in my heart because I wanted to say “yes” very badly. It took me some time to realize that I was just in denial of my feelings for you, because it was the best for you and me. Â
        I am writing this letter not to tell you how much I regret not telling you about my feelings but because you are one of those few people who made me feel special, valued and cared for. This open letter is my way of saying “thank you” and “I miss you”. I couldn’t tell you then because of my fear of not being able to control myself. After you left, I’ve met different good and kind people but not someone like you. You have a devil tattoo, but in reality, you are soft, thoughtful, caring, funny and overall a great person.Thank you for being there for me. Where ever you are now, please be well. I know we’ll bump into each other again somewhere, sometime in the future, and we’ll both have that dry humor by that time. Until then, see you!
