Nights seem longer now, days even more so, time goes too quickly when she is with him and far too slow when he waits to see her again. He observes from a distance, so most times knows exactly where and what is happening in a particular instance.
Walking along, passes by a flower stall, purchases a bright cheery bouquet, full of yellows and pinks, tulips, daisies, roses, baby's breath, all pretty. The cheerful colors remind him of her beauty and that warm smile, his heart always skips whenever he sees it. Looking down at the bouquet, frowns, a hint of droopiness to one of the daisies, a sad reminder, all around dies at his touch, breath, existence….
Seeing an elderly woman sitting on a bench in the park, he senses she misses her long passed away son, striding over, gently hands the bouquet into her wrinkled hands. Joyful eyes light in pleasure as she believes her son is presenting her with birthday flowers.
He walks the last few blocks to the bus stop, waits for Dong Kyung. Today, his thoughts were flooded with memories of his trickery, foolishness into stealing a kiss. Yet, a longing is there, so many times, he's wanted to feel her soft lips against his own, feel her body in his arms. But, holding her hand is enough, that he cherishes.
Her bus arrives, the door opens, his heart beats faster. Rain droplets turned into a harder downpour, he stands under the plastic awning, watches her reaction…