You didn’t come by the next year.

I missed you the way a six-year old misses his friends – which is to say, not very much at all – but I did ask my mother when you would be arriving. I had assumed, innocently, that you would be here every summer.

She tried her best to explain to me that people don’t always come to the same place for a holiday every single year, but all I heard was that I might not see my fairy friend any more.

It made me cry.

You’ve made me cry more than I ever imagined I could, Lee Taemin.