Yaaawwn! It’s morning! I already put my make-up back before he even wakes up. I take it off when he’s

asleep. Of course I don’t sleep on it. I really don’t want to get caught. Oh! He’s budging. I think he’s finally

awake. I better greet him with a smile. I hope it isn’t obvious that I’m faking that smile. I feel so guilty about

hiding this from him, lying about it every night. How I wish I had the courage to let him see my face. What will

I do if I get caught? Ah, stop being so paranoid.

            You have got to be kidding me! The evening has landed the skies. And here I go again with my face

made-up, entering the room and thinking about how my night will go. There’s my love, holding my pillow.He

shouldn’t be pissing me off. Not with my mood today. I let him put my pillow on my side of the bed and he

suddenly held my hand. I lied down facing him. He whispered good night and let go of my hand. It just made me

feel guiltier. How long will I keep on doing this?

            It’s 11PM. He’s sound asleep and here I amremoving my make-up in the bathroom. I really can’t

imagine facing him looking like this. I’m looking at the mirror and I’m somewhat disgusted at what I’m seeing. I

have no chance with him. He will never love me back.

            I was about to reach for the doorknob when I noticed that the door was already open. If my memory

serves me right, I’m sure I closed the door. I think I’m just sleepy. I lied down facing him. I can feel him

breathing. It felt warm. He was so angelic. I wanted to touch him but I can’t. I’m already feeling guilty about what

I’ve been secretly doing. Ah, all this thinking has to stop.

I closed my eyes and breathed my last breath to sleep.I felt something sweep away the hair from my

face.Why was I able to feel that? I think I’m half asleep, am I not? Maybe I was dreaming, because for a

moment I thought I heard him say “I love you.” There it goes again: “I’m in love with you.” I had to wake up

from this dream. Okay, I think I’m awake. So that was real? I kept my eyes closed, and I heard nothing…except

for the night breeze and his weeping.

What the~~! He’s crying? I kept my eyes closed. I don’t want to see him cry even if I badly wanted to

know why he’s this way. I can feel him coming closer. I have to resist myself from opening my eyes.

“Kwanghee-ah,” he said my name! My heart began to pound as I felt him come closer. Then something

soft landed on my forehead. He kissed me. My love kissed me. I could squeal and jump for joy if I could. I

don’t ever want to forget this feeling. He loves me does he?

“Michidorok saranghamnida…(I love you like crazy)”

He does love me.

I slowly opened my eyes and found my love already asleep. I hugged the sleeping angel beside me and

gave him the warmth that he deserves.

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THE END