Epilogue
Dearest,
In your letter, dated the third, you asked that I think of you. Since arriving at my new post as magistrate, I’ve done little else, and for that, I feel quite ashamed. I think of you endlessly … which is to say, perhaps far too much.
The sun rises and sets, the years have come and gone, and the more I have come to know you, the more deeply I have loved you.
I know you will be joining me this month.
A wiser man might take comfort knowing this, but alas, I am not that man.
I deeply long for you. Please, put me out of my misery and visit me in my dreams.
Your husband,
Yu Seojun
PS. One day at my office, burdened by paperwork, I finally picked up my brush, and by the month’s end I found that I had finished writing the final volume.
I am sending you the manuscript for your perusal, and please extend my apologies to Wol for the delay.
It seems inspiration required a quarter century to arrive.