I know this sounds cliche, rough and mediocre. But hey, I fell in love with an Idol. We met and we got along for 30 days. It's not fate, for there's no such thing as that. It was because of my own will. I chose to see him and meet him rather than crying in front of my desktop. I chose to chase him rather than shouting 'Oppa I love you!' in his concerts. I chose to spend all my saving for him just to notice me. It was not destiny, it was my own choice. And even though I lose it all... my dignity, my family, my money and friends. I won't trade the world for that month with him at the backstage, for that month cooking for him, for that month ironing his clothes, for that month buying him coffee at the middle of the night. Because it was my sweetest downfall, he was my surreal escape.