I can't remember the last time I felt this way. Hell, it feels like it's been an eternity. Being in love is a blessing and a curse, especially if the boy that I love is alive while I'm dead. Today is like any other day, I follow my boy around for some part of the day, just to be able to see him. It's cold, I think, I know it's December and many of the people are wearing layers of clothes. My eyes travel around the streets until I spot a familiar mop of black hair. I can't help but smile to myself as I catch up to Wonwoo. “He's wearing his glasses today..” I realized. His body covered in a coat and red scarf, his mouth covered with a black face mask. His eyes slightly narrowed as he makes his way through out the street. Wonwoo crosses another street before walking into his usual book shop. I follow him, sitting across from him at a table after he gets a handful of books. I trace the features of his face, his dark eyes curled up as he softly smiles to himself while reading, a crinkle appears on his nose. I feel my ghostly body heat up with delight as I watch him read, something about him has always intrigued me, and I've been drawn to him for as long as I can remember. Many other ghosts are drawn to someone, some older souls have told me its because the people we follow are actually our soul mates. I don't know whether to believe them or not, but I just end up following Wonwoo no matter what I do. I wish he could see me, or I could send him a message. I love him, I wish he c