"L-L-Lee Taeyong?" I stood, shivering, knowing Doyoung gave me a stare that showed worry mixed with curiosity.

Let's start this flashback, shall we? Lee Taeyong was someone I met while on vacation in California just last year. I was strolling along the beach of Santa Monica in the crystal blue moonlight, when I saw this tall, Korean man, with handsome features, dancing underneath the moonlight. He was enticing enough to be noticed, but it was just the two of us there at the beach. He stopped dancing, took off his earphones and looked at me in curiosity. I was just standing there, looking in awe. He gave me a smile, one of the most charming smiles I've seen in my life.

We somehow went having really deep conversations about his life in Seoul, his desire to become a jack-of-all-trades performer, and how he relieves himself through dancing. I talked about missing Seoul, the difficulty of adjusting to life in Connecticut, and my love for dogs and kids. That night, I just seemed to connect with him, you know?

That was a good night in July, and we went out together, spending each day getting know each other more, until I had to return to Hartford to finish schooling, as I had to graduate early. We spent our last night together, confessing, ending up in bed together in fiery passion. I didn't want to leave him, not when we just started falling in love with each other.

We constantly continued communicating, until it just stopped abruptly. We both became busy with school, as he was then a High School Freshman in Seoul and I was a graduating Junior High kid in Hartford. But that made me long for Taeyong, and I couldn't deny the fact that I still had feelings for him. If there was anything I had wished not to happen w