I often get asked, how and why in the hell did you decide to go teach in Korea? The reason is quite simple; a boy. Yes, a boy drove me from my home and far, far away to another country. Check out the next two entries and you’ll understand why I left. As usual, enjoy my pain.
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F. M. Laster
“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West
Friday, September 4th
I miss you Hannu
Hannu, it’s been a while since I’ve thought about you. But no matter how I try to deny this, I know in my heart that this is not the truth; this is not how we end. I miss you; with every fiber of my being. Sometimes Hannu, I wake up in the middle of the night, want to talk to you and hear your voice. The urge to do that is so strong so I do the next best thing; drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine. You know I can drink a bottle a night easily. Imagine that Hannu.
My days, my days, I can handle, it’s the nights that are killing me; the longing, the aching, the wishing, the hoping, and the pleading.
My nights are long my love so long. I find myself going to be later and later and also drunker and drunker. At least I’m not cutting myself anymore. You should be proud of me. I’ve replaced one crutch for another. Alcohol is my new best friend and lover.
I really do miss you and can’t understand why did you leave me. Why did you leave me? Wasn’t’ I good enough for you. Wasn’t I? Oh, my love, how I miss our conversations, I miss our jokes, and I miss our weird messages and pictures we would send each other. I miss you.
On a side note, I drove by your house yesterday. I must say my love you are looking good.