It’s been about six years since I went back to Korea, let alone my hometown. People say I’m living the life at age twenty-six; a genius and young beauty working a dream job outside South Korea. Well, yes, you can say I have a good life so far as an aspiring young lawyer whose base is in the USA, New York to be exact. And why did I come back, you ask?

A school reunion, of course.

Exactly six years ago, everyone from the entire senior year promised a reunion, to see what everyone’s doing by then. Some joked that they’ll be the youngest President in history, working at the Blue House and some were already determined of their future. We all agreed to meet up at the exact same day, six years from then.

Why six years though? Well, this one apocalypse geek told us in a serious manner that the Mayan calendar is ending by the end of 2012, meaning: the world is ending soon. The others, who obviously didn’t buy it, laughed and joked that they should have the reunion in 2013 to see who survived the apocalypse. Of course, all of us ‘survived’.

The young me was very eager of this reunion, but after I moved to the States to go to law school, I doubted the high-school promise. That is, until mother called two days ago.

I packed my bags and called Jessica to take over the office while I’m gone, rushing to the airport for a trip back to South Korea with one thing in mind.

It took me six long years to realize that I still miss you

when I only needed sixty minutes to fall in love

and sixty seconds to think that I've fallen out of love.

All on a summer day, below the raining sky.