Dear Hansol Vernon Chwe.

How’s New York? Are you well there?? I don’t know will this letter arrive there. Well, because I’m in London, is going all well, you don’t need to worry!

Well Hansol, I miss you so bad we need to meet again later. Hehehe.

No, it’s not gonna be a sad letter, don’t shed your tears Han! Cause I won’t be at NY if you’re crying right now. No! I’m just going to know how you are there.

Hansol Vernon Chwe.

Vernon Chwe Hansol.

It’s weird.

I like your name? OH MY GOD IT’S SO EMBRASSING.

But, hmm? Hmm…

Well, see you later in Seoul again. Bye!

Shannon Arrum Williams, London, 2011

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Seoul, 2015

This is it. The last time I checked up my letter, it has been four years. “Hello, my name is Shannon Arrum Williams, it’s nice to meet—“ his eyes are familiar. “—you all.” And I show my smile. His smile is also familiar.

“Okay, Shannon. You may sit next to Hansol Vernon Chwe. Vernon, I hope you can give her a tour about this school.” And he smiles, again. With a nod this time. I do bowing to the teacher and walk toward my desk.

“Hey, Shan. It has been a long time since you declare you like my name.”

“Oh, shut it up Hansol!”