Uncertainty

Prologue

Once, when I was younger, I dreamt that I'd be able to meet someone who wanted me for what I was, and not what I would pretend to be. I dreamt that they'd see past the walls I put up and coax me out of the shell I'm hiding in.

How foolish of me to think that.

My mother told me that I'd be nothing but another face in the crowd. A nobody until they would actually take the time to get to know me.

But time now, is relative to how important you are. Then in that case, I wasn't worth much even if my parents meant all the time in the world to others. I knew she meant well when she said it, and at that time, I felt reassured.

Then as I grew older, I realized: How depressing.

How depressing is it that I'd have to live up to a standard; worthy of significance and importance. The desperate image that you would have to be perfect in every single way; physically, emotionally, mentally, financially, and anything else that may come in to play. How tiring is it, that you would need to wear a different mask of confidence, elegance, and what standard there is to live up to at the moment, and change almost every single aspect of yourself, just so that they would accept you.

And that was exactly what I am. Depressed, tired, desperate, and hiding behind multiple masks.

I was desperate enough to do the most impossible thought that I never expected I'd carry out. One thing I knew though–I was uncertain to how things would play out.

I picked random numbers that corresponded to letters of the alphabet, and texted the contact number.

I just didn't realize that the number I texted would be an actual celebrity back in the country I used to live in–South Korea.

Now, he just won't stop texting back.