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Dear byeonhosa-nim:
By now I would have sorted everything out and gotten rid of Jang Han Seok, you would probably see me everywhere on the news headlines; please do not look for me. We haven't been partners for long, but I know you well enough. Well enough to position my arm behind the small of your back naturally, find my arm wrapped around your shoulder without looking, as if part of a routine we have mutually gotten used to, even without the expression of words.I know you well enough to be able to tell that you won't heed my words. But nonetheless, I beg of you byeonhosa-nim, do not contact me until the next time I return.
Despite the short months I have spent by your side, you have taught me so much. How to properly savour Korean delicacies, the meanings of modern Korean abbreviations, and the countless Korean traditions and rituals that I had missed out on during my discarded childhood. But most of all, you taught me what it felt like to love someone.
Believe it or not, I'm an amateur when it comes to love. Even I found it hard to believe at first. Sure, I've had my fair share of flings and frivolous relationships back in Italy. With number of relationships I've had over the years, I thought I knew. I thought that love wasn't all that great, and it really was an accessory, as some labelled it.
But on that warm humid afternoon in the Jipuragi office, hand in ready position to flick your forehead, something happened to me. It was as if a button in my brain was flicked. Every nerve in my head rearranged themselves, every fond memory revised itself. And under the spills of sunlight all over the wooden tiles of the office and the rays of light that coated your face with warm honey, sculpting an exquisite painting framed and etched into every living cell of my body, had I realised
that I had hopelessly fallen in love with you.
Wait for me, byeonhosa-nim. I will come back for you.