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I know I'm one day late but I just felt like saying: Happy Fucking Valentine's.
I remember the first time I saw you. Cherry Filter were filtering down to Japan, and we were playing a few lives, just testing the waters and getting a taste of sushi, and it was fresh. Fuckin' loved it, you know? You must remember, because you took it upon yourself to take me out for sushi afterwards. Big honkin' chunks of raw fish, just sitting there on rice and some seaweed.
But it was fresh.
We talked about a lot. Mostly music. I think I must have stared at you with stars in my eyes the entire night; stars because I was just some girl from Korea who could speak English and shabby Japanese and you were this big, famous rockstar who'd sold out the Tokyo Dome, played venues in Seoul bigger than CF had ever conquered, and shit -- who didn't know who you were in the music industry? Come on.
I was amazed when I found out that you wanted to talk to me. Me. Not Jijonbo, but me. I don't know what it was you saw in me then, but you wanted to make me a star, and you did. Pimped me out all around Japan and halfway up the charts.
And I loved you for it. But never did I think that I had an actual chance with you.
I mean, come on. I'm just a girl from Korea who knew how to sing and bang on my guitar every once in a while.
And you were amazing.
But it wasn't until after Sugizo that you told me how you felt, and by that time my head was whirling having walked across two Seas in one day. What girl can say she's done that?
When I think about it, when I think about how lucky I am, I think to myself that I shouldn't be complaining at all, because you are like this amazing, big crazy rockstar and I'm just a girl from Korea, and what I feel -- this jealousy towards your schedule -- is inconsequential.
Even if I know that you could easily make a five minute phone call.
Even if I know that you could also leave me voicemail, or text messages.
Even if I know that you could easily leave a few simple words for me to look at.
But even if you're too busy to stretch your schedule to include me, I want you to know, that I love you, anyway. You were my rock when I needed you the most, when I caused you unnecessary stress and grief (I'll never forget that) and I owe -- everything that I am, or have become -- to you.
It's just that...
...I miss you
I remember the first time I saw you. Cherry Filter were filtering down to Japan, and we were playing a few lives, just testing the waters and getting a taste of sushi, and it was fresh. Fuckin' loved it, you know? You must remember, because you took it upon yourself to take me out for sushi afterwards. Big honkin' chunks of raw fish, just sitting there on rice and some seaweed.
But it was fresh.
We talked about a lot. Mostly music. I think I must have stared at you with stars in my eyes the entire night; stars because I was just some girl from Korea who could speak English and shabby Japanese and you were this big, famous rockstar who'd sold out the Tokyo Dome, played venues in Seoul bigger than CF had ever conquered, and shit -- who didn't know who you were in the music industry? Come on.
I was amazed when I found out that you wanted to talk to me. Me. Not Jijonbo, but me. I don't know what it was you saw in me then, but you wanted to make me a star, and you did. Pimped me out all around Japan and halfway up the charts.
And I loved you for it. But never did I think that I had an actual chance with you.
I mean, come on. I'm just a girl from Korea who knew how to sing and bang on my guitar every once in a while.
And you were amazing.
But it wasn't until after Sugizo that you told me how you felt, and by that time my head was whirling having walked across two Seas in one day. What girl can say she's done that?
When I think about it, when I think about how lucky I am, I think to myself that I shouldn't be complaining at all, because you are like this amazing, big crazy rockstar and I'm just a girl from Korea, and what I feel -- this jealousy towards your schedule -- is inconsequential.
Even if I know that you could easily make a five minute phone call.
Even if I know that you could also leave me voicemail, or text messages.
Even if I know that you could easily leave a few simple words for me to look at.
But even if you're too busy to stretch your schedule to include me, I want you to know, that I love you, anyway. You were my rock when I needed you the most, when I caused you unnecessary stress and grief (I'll never forget that) and I owe -- everything that I am, or have become -- to you.
It's just that...
...I miss you