I’ve been staring at the picture on my hand for like seven hours, not trying to exaggerate here, but it has been exactly seven hours since I left Toronto. Well, my eyes are not fixating to the picture in seven solid hours, only a few times, or maybe several times, or is it even many times, I didn’t keep track of it. Beside liking it too much, another reason is since I’m in a plane right now, there’s nothing much I can do, so I just keep observing the picture over and over again.

I got this picture when I turned fifteen. It was truly the best gift I have ever received. I remember when my best friend of eleven years, Seulgi, mailed me sending a happy birthday greeting and wishes. She wrote something else there, which was a warning notes, the big red bold font with underlines saying ‘try to not freak out (but I’m pretty sure you will anyway), just give your best to do not’. Once I clicked the attachment, I was so done. I was so speechless at first and a few seconds later I was literally screaming my lungs out. Indeed, duh. There was no way I would nail the mission if the case was like this.

There are some people playing basketball in a small park. A figure of a particular guy trying to shoot the ball through the hoop is the main and the finest object on the picture. He’s wearing a baggy white shirt with black shorts. It reveals how good his profile side is. I mean, it’s not the first time he looks so good, he is always that good-looking no matter what. The last time I saw the guy was five years ago, I never introduced myself to him, because I was eleven and too shy, in other words, I was too young and too dumb. Heck, he doesn’t even know I’m alive until now.

The name is Kim Myungsoo. It was a love