I miss how I write about you, and the way you play with the hem of your shirt, and the way you close your eyes as you try to avoid stuttering when remembering that one word at the tip of your tongue. I miss to write how you pinch the carpet when you’re nervous as you talk, when you keep on looking everywhere but my eyes. I miss to write how you apologize about your English because you’re a freaking Korean, and I miss how you say that you’re at your max in trying to explain things to me. I miss everything about you…
and I miss the chance to tell you my name, by the way. Now, I wonder, how are you doing back in your motherland?
