Paradox: We Were Living But She Lives More

I Was His Church Boy

"Hong," she said, frowning in the passenger seat, her gaze is focused by the window. She was not looking at me.

"Hong? What's that?"

"That's you, crazy. It's your surname."

"Is it?"

"Whatever. It sounds cute, suits a church cutie like you. Joshua Hong" She smiled a little, she still was not looking.

"What is it?" I asked as I shifted my focus straight on the road.

"Am I boring? Am I no fun?" I slowed my driving, I stayed quiet for a minute or two, and then I stopped the car as we arrived in our destination. A park, an old park we saw from a film we watched yesterday after class.

We sat on the bench. I left her for a while to buy some snacks. There was a store nearby. I bought spicy Cheetos, ice cream, and milk for her and soda for me. She also doesn't like soda for it was unhealthy.

"Kyrie,"

"Am I really no fun?" she asked again, she was looking down, but as I hear her voice, I already know she's about to cry. I sat down beside her, holding the paper bag full of our snacks.

"We go to the most unexpected places without knowing how to get there; we're just depending on the internet. You try new things every time, you enrol to different classes, and you do things that you know that will make you happy. We go to church every Sunday, after that, we'll either do our home works and projects together, if there is none, then we'll randomly do things that we just feel like doing." I said as I think about how the good memories passed by my mind.

"Hong..." she whispered.

"Why do you keep calling me Hong?" and finally, she looked at me.

"It's cute," she smiled. Whenever she says the word 'cute', she'll smile no matter what.

"It's not."

"Yes, it is. It suits you."

"No, it does not."

"Does it suit me?"

"No--- what?" I was a little shocked, and then she laughed.

"Uhm... well, if you say so, then will you be my MRS. Hong in eight years time?" And yeah, people. That was my comeback. Pretty cool, huh.

"Church cutie isn't just a cutie anymore, you flirt!" then there she softly flicked my nose.

"But, yes. I'll be your future Mrs. Kyrie Hong,"

"Complete your name."

"Ahhh! I don't like it."

"But, it's cute." I said.

"No, it's not!" she raised her voice again. She's not angry at all, she's just used to it.

"Calm down, my future Mrs. Kyrie Ianne Hong."

"That is so disgusting, you know that?"

"But, it's cute." Then I pushed three Cheetos inside her mouth without making any violent harm.

She's my Kyrie; she never liked being called Ianne.

And I'm his Joshua Hong who once owned her future surname.