Evening twilight tinge behind dozens of cherry blossoms it took me back to the memories of some files that had stopped. I raised my face, trying to reach the warmth of the sun. Still, wind trot win over my temperature. With a body that instantly intrigued, smile knotted on my face.

Our meeting might not be the first time. Before the end of our lines intersect, maybe we are just two people who only see straight ahead as they passed. Only strangers for each others. I do not know, but apparently our dreams joined in Student Exchange which eventually brings us together.

We went to Jakarta for Student Exchange for a semester at one of the top universities there. Prior to departure, we undergo training because of many differences that we have to passed when to be there. Jakarta, which only has two seasons and is known to have the heat, it will make us be like throughout the Summer when it is in Korea. That day, when we first meet, your shy smile, it is directly shining on my eyes. Your guitar, your red sweater, and your brown shoes, seems to attract my attention. Still, light tinge quiet and shy it, subjecting sight. I exalt, in my pray, I tried to convince myself that you, like many other men, which is not created for me. I'm still afraid to fall in love.

For some reason, but it seems like I have some sort of trauma to the male figure. The divorce of my parents, leaving a wound so deep. Until as old as it was, I still can not forget it. I was afraid of being betrayed. I fear the man who is not sincere. I'm afraid that I have t