UN
LEA
SH
SPARK
Jiin Jeong
Non - Fiction
42
Obscuro! Not to be seen by
anyone except The One.
To: the first boy, the first "man"
who stole my heart,
According to experts, one way
to tell a passing infatuation from
love is to close your eyes and try
to picture the person you love or
think you love. Often at nights,
I would lie down drawing your
face in my mind. Every single
feature of you comes to me so
naturally and clearly that it creeps
me out at times. In my head, I
can trace the outline of your halfclosed and thoughtful eyes, your
chapped lips that always lack the
aid of a ChapStick, your hair that
lightly covers your eyebrows, and
even the little dark spots on your
face. Those are the times when I
toss and turn in my bed, hum my
altered version of "If I Were A Boy"
under my breath, and whisper
Obliviate as if Harry Potter could
help me with my problems.
Do you remember where we first
met? Our first words? Our first
conversation? Do you remember
me asking for your name as
casually I could, co