Tomorrow is the hundredth day in Korea since I came back from India.

That is 2376 hours.

Of that I have spent with you roughly 18 hours. That is 0.8% of the time I spent here.

I am angry with myself. I am angry with the world.

I am angry because everything felt unfair.

I got angry with your mother last time we met.

I wait the whole month to see you...

`` Dear Mina,

I’m here in Korea.

I came here on the 12th. Found a house on the 13th. Called your mom to tell about it.

Now it’s 16th and I still haven’t seen you.

I am only 500 m from you, sitting in a cafe where we have been often.

It’s ok. I’m here for the long haul.

Dear Mina,

I tried to visit you in Seoul last week but I couldn’t. Your mom told me that everyone was unhappy with the turn of events and it was best that I just didn’t visit. I couldn’t do much. I left a message to your mom that I really missed you and I was unhappy to go back without seeing you. There was little I could do.

Your...

Dear Mina,

It is Sunday, the 16th of March, 2025. I just tried to call your mom and she didn’t pick up. Your grandma is very sick, and I am sorry for the sequence of events that led to this.

I though I would write a few letters to you while we are separated. Hopefully these are a point of reference for both you and me later in our lives.

It’s been 5 months and a bit since I left her. When I first left our house in September 2024 it was a haze, the relief of a pain subsiding and the feeling of something momentous happening mingling together in the busyness of getting set up for myself. Then came the pain and anger and the realization that with the coming out came the giving...