When do you first know that you've finally gotten the guy? That he's finally incandescently in love with you? That you've got him wrapped around your finger making him to a thousand backflips in a snap? When do you get that feeling in your body, the feeling that you know he likes you, loves you, back? That you've finally gotten him in your clutches and vice versa? That moment that you've gotten his attention and if you try hard enough soon he's all yours? Just that moment when, you finally got him, had him. That indescribable moment. Ugh why can't I figure this out. Why can I describe this?! Did I have him when I finally confessed? Started talking to him? Our first date? Our first kiss? When I told him that there was a slight possibility that I could love him?

          I pondered over these thoughts for what seemed like the longest time. Voicing them out loud seemed like a way for me to try and figure them out. As if I was organizing them like a filing cabinet, but doing that got me no where. Exhaling a frustrated sigh, I pulled my fingers through my hair, hoping to pull the thoughts out of my brain and through them into the Han River knowing that there was no real use for them. As they were forever unanswered questions with answered that I will never truely get because I was too scared or too worried to get and know the answers.

 Until a husky voice came out of no where behind me. 

"You had me at hello, actually."    Wow. I guess I did get those answers. Is God watching me right now? I turn around, hair whipping around me and my thought swirl around my brain like a carousel going to fast. I feel a headache coming, and I don't think I like it. As soon as my brain becomes stable I'm finally able to realize what's in front of me. 

Why, it's him of course, who else would it be? We looked at each other shyly, the moment we caught each other's gazes and our eyes locked we immediately turned red and looked away from each other. By the time I had gathered enough courage to look at him he was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, which then wandered to his hair, to the top of his head, which he then shook. He did that whenever he was nervous, and it seemed like it was a constant movement whenever he was around me. Which made me suspicious, anxious, and nervous myself. But ugh, he looked so damn y doing it though. I pursed my lips in order to stop smiling at the though. But I couldn't help it and decided it just smile at him, because wow, wouldn't be happy in the presence of him? Well I was, but only a little. I was just a bit frustrated with him, or maybe it was myself considering I couldn't get the answers to my confused and messy thoughts, scattered everywhere in my brain. Maybe it was because he was smiling like a mad man and for some reason it irked me and I don't understand why. 

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to, but seeing him there surprised me considering he wasn't even supposed to be here.  "I wanted to get some fresh air. It turns out that I knew more on that test than I thought I would and got done early, so they sent me home." He replied nonchalantly.  "So why aren't you at home? I would think you'd take advantage of this free time and go home and rest considering you're so busy all the time." I asked. My hair being blown into my face from the strong wind coming from the river caused me to become more annoyed. I don't even know why I was annoyed in the first place! Maybe it was because he had heard all of my thoughts?  I began to brush my hair out of my face until I felt another hand begin to do it for me. I looked up to have seen him crossed the open space between us and help me drag away the strands of hair out of my face. On another day like this I would have taken the gesture as sweet, but I was annoyed and tired from exams, so him doing that almost made me want to slap his hand away and throw him into the river.  After he brushed my hair away he looked at me in the eyes. I secretly loved it when he did that, looked at me straight in the eyes. When he did it, it was as if he really wanted to talk to me and be in my presence. Talking to him, was so much, there was never a dull moment. He was always able to deal with my bluntness, a characteristic that most people don't have. So whenever I talk to him I never take it for vantage.    "I was going to go home actually, but knowing you, an extremely intelligent human being, would be done with the test in almost half the time as the others so I decided to find you instead." He said explaining.  "I was walking down the hallways looking for you until I realized that you weren't there, a couple of our classmates asked if I was looking for you at I said yes. It turns out they saw you walk out through the school gates almost as soon as you were done taking your test. After asking which way you went, which they replied to as taking a left and heading down the street, I immediately knew where'd you be. Which is the park near the Han River, which is also the place you come here to think. Which would also explain as to why you are here now." He concluded, gesturing to the park with his hands and wearing that proud know-it-all smirk.    "But the one thing I can't seem to comprehend is why you're here. Finals are finally over, all the stress is gone, and everyone is celebrating." He stated with his brows