Dear Journal,

2014, I started my first year in Canada. I worked several jobs and studied at the same time. The money the scholarship gives me gets sent back home to my parents and the money I make by working goes to myself.

Being in a foreign country, knowing no one, was hard for me. I got lost several times and I even got robbed. 

I hit the jackpot when I got accepted into this private school to be an intern english teacher. Although I wasnt a graduate yet, they let me work. There, I met Hong Jisoo. Prince-like, kind mannered man who teaches right across my classroom.

We grew close because we ate lunch together millions of times. I told him about my story, except the part about Seungcheol. Jisoo was naturally a nice guy. He has an older sister and a younger brother. We were both interns so we pretty much accompanied each other everyday during our internship and that was the turning point. I thought I was finally able going to be happy.

He took me to the school dances, we went on bike dates, car dates, fancy dates, movie dates and friendly dates. Jisoo was a gentleman and he have always looked out for me. We shared our first kiss under the mistletoe in our school's office infront of the whole staff and the principals themselves. Everyone shipped us. Every staff did, and yes, our work environment was very much friendly because its a highschool. I had bitter feelings about it though, my memory of highschool was dreadful, yet sweet.

He gave me flowers every m