Exhibition Seven

Attached File: Kwon Jiyong Letter.docx

I love you.

I've lost count on how many times have I said those words to you but I think how it will be better to begin all of these with those words. I am not really the kind of person who has the full mastery in doing prologue so I am giving it straight to you. I love you the moment you looked outside the window and met my eyes. I love you the moment that perfect lips of yours stretched on such beautiful smile. Have you ever experience that? Your heart pounding so hard then falling off your chest and you just stand there and watch it meet the cold floor as it shatters into million pieces. Of course, you haven't but one thing you should know was you did that to me. One look and I shattered. One smile and you recreated me.

Every day, I will patiently wait for you to look at your window so that when you saw me I will be waving my hand, doing that little smile that I had been practicing in the mirror for a week now since you have moved to the unit in the apartment that paralleled mine. But you never did look again and I felt I was left hanging. Baby, why didn't you bother to check your window even for a second. Good thing, I am not the kind of person that gives up easily. So I gathered as much as information I can get about you. You worked as a science teacher for the all girls school up town. You throw your garbage every seven of evey Wednesday night. You love your tea with creamer and two sugar cubes. You hated seafoods. You like your underwear black. You love watching Beatles Code. Then, you are seeing my homeroom teacher.

It's okay, sweetheart. It's fine. I am not mad of your betrayal. I understand, people will definitely raise their brows when they found out that you are seeing me, when I am just a junior student in one of the private schools there was in our place. I understand that you needed him to be a front so no one will suspect. Don't worry, baby, I am not mad. Remember, I promised you that I will man up, I will be mature regarding our relationship.

But one day, I saw the two of you kissing in front of your apartment building. I am not mad at you, baby. I know, he just forced you so when Mr. Choi left I quickly ran to you and held your wrist asking you if you are okay. You looked at me, startled for a moment before chuckling. "I am, he's my fiance," you said happily. Happily. You said it happily. Baby, why? What did I do wrong? Fiance? He's your fiance? But I am the one you loved right? We are in love! How come he's your fiance!?!

"He's not your fiance," I remembered saying in a low growling voice. You were taken aback. I saw unreadable expression passing your face and your eyes mirrored confusion. I forgave you though. I forgave you because I love you. I love you so much. I thought that time that I didn't love you enough that's why you told me that he was your fiance. I decided, I will love you more and make you feel that love.

We parted that night, you told me that you still have things to finish. Of course, I don't want to hold you, I wouldn't want to be in your way. I promised you that I will support you in your career.

One night, I went to your unit telling that Mr. Choi asked for a favor. You happily let me in. Have I told you how I love your place? How neat it was, how the motif was persian green and tiffany blue. Oh, well, I love everything about you. I am outright obsses even on how you breathe, the way your chest heave up and down. I removed the box of tea that I told you Mr. Choi gave. I felt very bitter on how I have to tell you that it was from that bastard but it's okay as long as I can see that smile of yours.

"Do you want to try the tea?" You offered with that unrestrained smile. How exactly do you expect me to say no? I nodded of course, "Is it okay?" I carefully asked.