It has been two months since the day I broke up with him. The day I spent without him were hard and it was getting worse when I decided to move from Seoul to Beijing—I had to, because Seoul left me lot of memories with him and if I stayed there for too long, I was afraid that it would make me hard to move on. But eventually, lived in Beijing wasn’t as easy as it seemed. I hardly understood the language, I had to adjust myself to the local culture, unknown foods I’ve never eat before, and I missed him to death. I should have gone to Osaka instead of Beijing, at least I had relatives there and not like Beijing, I had no one but myself. Even until today, I still couldn’t believe I survived here.

Xi Luhan was it because of you?

I tried to figure it out.

Gikanuna. 2013