Introduction:

I like to sit at airports. I like to see people reunited. I like to see people run into each other, like kissing and crying. I like the impatience, the stories the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, and the eyes that can't take in all the change. I like the hugging, and the bringing together, and the end of missing someone.

Ever since I saw you leave to America to study abroad, I've been going to Seoul's National Airport every single day. Sitting at the small table in the back of the cafe was my favorite spot. I would sip my medium-sized cappuccino and write about you daily, like I'm doing right now.