When the rain came, we tried to decide what to do. Ben wanted to stay in the rain and keep dancing, but Korean rain is harsher somehow than the rain back home. Dirtier. I said it. You agreed. You were still jet-lagged. We left the group--we'd see them again on the weekend.
We went to Sugar Joe's because I wanted you to meet Min Gi. Everyone there--the owners, the men, the other bartender Max--fell in love with you. Honestly, who wouldn't? We stole two bartenders (I swear the owner of that place is going to kill me one day) and went to another bar and then to the noraebang and didn't get home until the sun was coming up around 5:30 a.m. And still I went to taekwondo the next day without you because I hadn't gone since you'd been there, and I needed to go.
I can't believe you are gone. I can't believe you were here. I didn't take enough pictures. I forgot to take ones of us together. We didn't do enough things...
This song ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside...
Just like that... You were gone.
I don't know when I'll see you again. I have been crying and depressed on and off since you left. This is the worst homesickness I've experienced in my entire 10 months living in Korea.
And I wouldn't trade it for the world.