I walked across the side of the road, holding my arm out as I held up my thumb. It was pouring rain, and all I had was a small hoodie, jeans, torn up shoes, and a small bag. My eyes were squinted as small droplets of water trickled down my face, and I shook my head, sending water flying everywhere. A small, green car rolled up my side, and the window rolled down. I peeked in to see an old couple sitting in the front seat as the small woman stuck her head out.

"You need a lift, hun?" She asked, and I only nodded. My teeth were chattering so much I couldn't speak. She nodded her head, signaling for me to get in.

I slid into the backseat of the car, and rubbed my arms with my hands, trying anything to get warmth. The ride was silent for a while as the man stared ahead, and the woman rested her head on the window of her car. She seemed to be asleep, and I looked out the window. The scene flied by as we drove by, and the old man finally cleared his throat.

"What's your name?" He asked, and I looked down at my hands.

"Ae Sook." I said in a barely audible voice.

He nodded slowly. "Where are you headed, Ae Sook?"

"Seoul, sir." I replied, nodding my head once.

"Seoul?" He asked in a quiet voice, and shook his head. "Why Seoul?"

"I'm meeting someone."

"Someone?"

"Ne." I replied, and puffed out my cheeks.

"A special someone?"

"Yes," I quickly said, and then let out a sigh, "well, he's special to me."

"What do you mean by that?" The man asked, looking back at me.

"He doesn't remember me. Well, at least, I don't think he does. But, I do remember him. We were best friends when we were child hood friends, and he moved away. I managed to find him on the internet since he's become a famous model, and I went over to Busan to find him. When I saw him, I was too afraid to approach him, and I just kind of..." I trailed off for a while, and cleared my throat before continuing, "I just sort of admired him from afar."

"Afar?" The man asked, slightly chuckling. "Why not approach him?"

"I tried to." I said, pouting. "But, I grew so nervous. My throat closed up, and I couldn't breathe. I chickened out."

The man nodded, letting out a thoughtful sigh. The air was silent for a while until he let out another soft chuckle.

"The things you do for love, huh?"

I smiled nervously, my stomach churning at the word. "Tell me about it." I mumbled, and he nodded.

"Get some rest." He suddenly said. "You seem tired."

I nodded, resting my head on the seat, and sunk into it. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath. The things I did for love were crazy, but I just wanted him to remember me. It wouldn't even matter if he said he didn't want me in his life. As long as he knew I existed. As long as I was a precious memory.