5 years ago I went on a trip to my dream city. The one that I had planned to go since I was a teenager, the one I spend hours thinking about, where to go, places to visit.

I couldn’t believe it. But there I was in the airport, after months of saving up and asking permission to my strict parents, they let me buy a ticket to Korea.

Once on the plain, I felt asleep. All those dreams from my teenage years came back to pay me a visit, I was such a fan of Korean groups, I love that music, especially I had a guy I really love, Kyuhyun. I adored him for so many years although I knew it was impossible for me to meet him in real life, But in my dreams it was a different story.

You know that movie moment when two people just bump into each other and when they see into their eyes , the world just stop. Well, sometimes it does happen.

When I got off the plane, I saw a huge crowd, I felt curious and went to see what was happening, suddenly from the crowd I got pushed and I fell down. Then I saw a hand in front of me and as I took it, I look up and there he was. Kyuhyun, real life no computer in between. I die for a moment. He ask me if I was ok, and in my poor Korean I responded that I was fine. He smile and I died a little more. Fans started screaming as I got up and then he was gone. I just couldn’t move, it was like I was a statue.

When I finally recover from the shock I went to the hotel, and I started unpacking my stuff, but those eyes and that smile wouldn’t leave my head. As much as I try forgetting, my mind wouldn’t let me.