Seasons With You.

Summer (3)

August -

Entry 91,

Before I boarded, he kissed me one last time.

This time, we didn't laugh. I cried, instead. He told me things were going to be okay and I told him he improved a lot while kissing.

He laughed at that, his sweet, melodic laugh. I asked him to smile for me again, so I could mentally snap a few pictures for safe keeping. Then again, he was always smiling.

Now as I look out the plane, I wonder what he's doing. I wonder if he's doing alright without me. If he returned to his old habits. If he visits the places where we went to. If he's thinking about me like how I am right now.

We were more of a couple in the last few days than I was ever with my past relationships of years. It was a delightful feeling and he was a bundle of joy I didn't want to let go of.

But I did. Even though I am reminiscing in our past moments a few hours before, I didn't regret leaving anymore. I didn't regret our short, well-spent relationship. I didn't regret ever meeting him.

I believe that he feels the same. I'm not in a sad, hellhole spiraling mess like after every break up. this breakup, this relationship was different. It didn't hurt, like he promised. There was no downfall of feelings. It was a summer love that brought on fun and carefree moments. Our relationship itself was exciting, thrilling, and fresh.

Even though, Seoul did do something about my sick hurt, Junhong cured it.

And I'm most thankful for that.

Aera

August -

It was the last week of August, a good three weeks back from South Korea. Aera checked her mail. She shuffled through bills that she had to pay, junk mail, but an envelope caught her eye.

The return address was from Seoul. Aera didn't waste time to run up to her apartment. She opened the white letter right in the lobby.

She pulled out a neatly folded paper and read the familiar handwriting.

Aera,

It's me, Junhong. Here I am, writing to you and sending it via air express mail. I passed my entrance exams and I got into a great college!

I thought you'd been the first to know... or well, as of right now when I'm writing this. When you receive it, you'd probably be like the fifth to know?

This is why mailing is so cliche and never on time. But you are the tourist lady whom I care for dearly, so I am respecting your preferences. You are a sneaky one! It's like you knew I'd give in. I was so not surprised when I saw your address written at the corner of my notes.

How are you, by the way? Doing well without me? Please tell me you're okay, I want you to breathe.

But I also want you to know, I haven't completely neglected our memories. I still think about you, but never sulking thinking about you. Our summer love means everything to me and I don't regret a thing. And I hope you don't either. I hope you're well and happy.

Write back, okay? I'll be expecting your reply!

Love the giant child, Junhong.

Aera couldn't help, but smile at the silly boy and hold the letter close to her heart. She casually walked back up to her apartment.

The first thing she did was pull out a piece of paper and a pen. And began to write,

Junhong

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Aera's and Junhong's efforts were not lost for they both experienced a new, refreshing type of love.

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