"Be careful." He said, laying a hand upon my left shoulder. I could see the glossy hint of tears present in his cresent eyes.

"I-I'll miss you...alot." He muttered lowly, turning to look the other direction just in time to hide the first tear that fell.

   "Yah!" I said suddenly, "Don't go crying on me now. I will be fine." He turned back around to look straight into my deep blue eyes.

"But I don't know if I will be able to live without seeing you everyday. You're going to be so far away." He croaked, shamelessly letting more and more tears slide down his small face.

   "I'm only going to the states...Appa has a job opportunity there. I have to go. But we will still be able to Skype and Text everyday...I promise." I reassured, hoping to cheer him up at least a little bit.

"Flight to Los Angeles, California to take off in five minutes" The big speaker announced. I let out a sigh,

   "I should probably get on the plane now...Eomma and Appa are waiting for me." I muttered, looking down at the ground for a few seconds. He brought his hands up to cup my cheeks,

"I love you, Gayoon." He whispered, his face puffy and red from crying. My eye sight became blurry as I leaned in, our lips connecting. The kiss was searing, all of our love and feelings for each other poured into the one small action. After a few seconds, we parted. My pale hands slowly ran through the black locks of his hair.

   "I love you too...But I really should g-go now." I sighed, not wanting him to see me break down in the middle of the airport. He nodded once, giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before letting me go.

"Good luck in the states. Don't forget to keep in touch." He said with a small, sad smile. Everyone started boarding the plane so I slowly began stepping towards it.

   "I'll text you all day everyday. Don't miss me too much!" I waved before running towards the plane that was getting ready to leave the airport. Luckily, my seat was a window seat so I could see perfectly out of the plane. My eyes wandered over to my boyfriend. His eyes caught mine and started looking glossy.

"Don't cry again...I'll be back soon enough." I thought to myself, laying the palm of my hand on the window as my own eyes started tearing up.

This was it. The day my life changed forever.
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I woke up a panting mess, my hair stuck to my sweaty forehead.

    "Aish..." I mumbled, "Why did I dream of that?" I asked myself, scratching the top of my head slightly, letting out a tiny yawn. I really couldn't figure it out. I hadn't dreamt or thought of him in so long...
~Flashback~
I set my phone down, sighing in defeat. It had been days since Himchan had last contacted me. I picked up my phone again, sending him another text, this had been the thirtieth one in about five days. I had been in the states for almost three years. At first, Himchan and I were doing well. We Skyped every single day and texted non-stop. But as time went by, he became more distant, spent most of his time with a few friends of his instead of keeping in touch with me. I guess the stress of not being able to see his girlfriend everyday really got to him.

As days turned into months and months turned into years, Himchan and I slowly grew further and further apart till we lost contact in general. By the time I was 20, I considered myself single. The man that I used to see, hug, kiss everyday, was only a mere memory of my happy days in Seoul. But sooner or later, the memories of my friends in Seoul were replaced with school work and stress. My friends were now burried deep down in my heart under all of my current interests...and so was Himchan.
~Flashback Over~
  "GAYOON IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP AND GET READY I'M NOT DRIVING YOU TO THE AIRPORT." Eomma yelled from downstairs. My eyes widened as I realized what today was.

The day I move back to Seoul.

A bright smile appeared on my face as reality hit me. My blanket was pushed off the bed at a lighting pace and I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor of my bedroom. My excitement did wonders for my morning routine. Things like getting dressed, doing my makeup, and making sure my bag was ready was done in a record time. When I was finally done getting ready, I was dressed in plain black yoga pants and a white hoodie that had "Banana Milk" written across the front in black writing. After a while of contemplating, I decided to just go with a bare face. I had no one to impress anyways. Once my eyes caught sight of my purple bag of clothes and necessities I would need till my mom sent the rest of my possessions over seas, I grabbed it and ran down the stairs as fast as possible.

   "Man, someone's in a hurry." My sixteen year old brother, who was eating cereal, said with an amused look on his face.

"Duh I'm in a hurry. I'm twenty four years old, still living with my parents. I'm excited to get back to Korea and start college!" I yelled, slapping my hands on his shoulders, startling him.

    "Yah! Get off me, pabo!" He yelled back, making a disgusted face as he shoved my hands off his shoulders.

"Gayoon, leave your brother alone." Eomma said as she walked into the kitchen with her briefcase. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a bottle of water and an apple out of the fridge.

    "Are we going now?!" I asked excitedly. My mom rolled her eyes at me, jingling the car keys before heading to the front door. Appa had already said his goodbyes last night since he always left early in the morning and knew he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to me today. I ran back over to my brother, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek,

 "I'll talk to you later, Doyoon. Don't miss me too much...and hurry up and finish your breakfast before you miss the bus!" I shouted as I ran out of the house.
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  "Yes mom, I will be safe. No talking to strangers, make lots of friends, study well, blah blah...can I go now?" I asked, looking towards the giant plane I was about to board. My mom let out a sigh, giving me a once