I'm attracted to her.

Overly attached as some may say.

Obsessed.

She's beautiful, breathtaking, unique.

I'm in love with a person, who is not mine.

She has another. Someone else is holding her in his arms.

Not me.

I need her-she is my obsession.

 I remember the first time I saw her, it was like yesterday.

I saw her on the street in her town. My van was broken and my manager told me that it would take some time. He told me to stay close.

I'm in a foreign country where no one knows me.

What could happen?

The town was small, there weren't many people around.

I was walking along the alleyway. When I turned the corner, somebody bumped in me. Hard.

It was a girl.

Her things scattered on the ground, but I caught her before she followed them.

I looked at her face, she was beautiful.

Her gaze, I will never forget it-

It was a mix of surprise and fear.

I caught myself addicted to it.

After a moment, she blinked and smiled.

"I'm sorry."

She whispered. Her voice.

It was... so angelic.

I helped her regain balance.

"Cansahamnida, Kwon-ssi."

She knew who I was.

 I stood still, not looking away from her.

She kneeled on the ground to gather her things.

I did the same.

The fallen things on the ground were sketches. They were beautiful.

I smiled lightly and looked towards her.

"These are very good." I said in a low voice.

Where was it, when I most needed it?

Luckily, she heard me.

"Thank you." She smiled.

I handed her the sketches and helped her stand up.

She was so small in my arms. It was like she was made for my embrace.

I was hypnotized by her scent, her aura, her everything.

She finally broke out of my embrace and bowed, smiling.

"Thank you for helping me,"

Her smile became smaller.

"And I'm sorry for bumping into you."

She chuckled softly.

Music to my ears.