Preschool; we waved to each other every morning.

Middle school; we held hands and bowed together on stage. You complimented my acting and I loved your charismatic voice.

High school; we hugged and took our first selfie together, in matching graduating gowns.

When we started working, we hung out often, complaining how horrid our bosses were over my bottles of soju. You would so politely send me home after that.

"Ji Hyo, I'm leaving for England tomorrow, take care." your text message came.

I pretended I was okay. But I wasn't.

Why did you leave, Kim Jong Kook? It hurts.

(9/8/14)

(Happy birthday Singapore!!)