A car pulls up outside our house at 3:31 AM. It could be anyone, but I know it's him. I gather my blanket closer to myself, eyes focused on the ceiling and the glow-in-the-dark stickers I put up as a kid. I hear him kill the engine, and I lie there, waiting in silence. When he finally calls and asks me to come down, I know this is it; this is the moment I've been dreaming about. And now it's happening

sometimes, you won't end up with the one you want, but with the one you're supposed to be with.  and sometimes, there's someone else out there who has this person you're supposed to be with.    "perhaps, the person next to you isn't someone you're supposed to be with; maybe

She promised to never forget him, and he swore to himself to stay, no matter what — now, he can't leave. She calls again the next week, and this time, Myungsoo’s prepared to what she has to ask. He gazes out at his customers—one teenager girl with dyed blonde hair, two