'Soojin-ah,
Your Bohoja is doing well for himself.
You ought to be proud of how a man who'd been reduced to a mere roach beneath your supposed husband's feet, has risen from the ashes and made a distinct place for himself in this world.
It does get chilly.
It also rains often in the part of the Kingdom where I've earned an abode for myself to thrive.
I do have my cotton blanket to keep me snug and mellow, you needn't worry about me.
I find myself seated after toiling hard and deliberating, what am I working towards, who am I doing this for?
In times when my heart feels heavy and my soul burdens me with thoughts of alienation, I seek shelter in your warm eyes.
The eyes that make wounds on these week hands, worth it.
Your hazelnut brown eyes, that turn almond shaped when you smile in my direction.
You eyes that hold a sense of innocence in them, they reflect a part of your undaunted persona.
I previously believed that warmth was just a proprioceptive feeling.
