July 24, 2010

Dear Diary,

Happy birthday, Prince!

How fast time files. It has been four years, right? We met four years ago. We were so young then. You did not know English and I didn’t know Korean. You didn’t study English so hard and I didn’t even mind studying Korean. And this thing I was very comfortable with – you didn’t bother yourself with the language barrier. We went along just fine. We enjoyed each other’s company. You teased me and when you saw that I was about to cry, you made me laugh. You sang to me when you saw that I was lonely. Your voice was angelic. I even said you had to be a singer! You said “I love you” like we were truly in love. But then again, we were so innocent. We didn’t know everything about the “so-called love.”  We were like kids playing.

The funny thing was you even protected me from bad (Korean) kids. It was because you’re a tae kwon do master. In one of our conversations, I mentioned that I wanted to learn tae kwon do, too. No need, you said. You were there to protect me. And true enough, you told those naughty kids not to tease me because you would kick them. You were such a joker, Prince! You were so innocent that some mothers wanted you to be theirs. I heard that you were an ideal son. You loved your father so much.  You even spent your time to take care of the business.  You didn’t even complain. One example was, we were eating lunch together, and there was no viand. You just ate kimchi with a smile on your face. Perhaps, you complained after that, but you didn’t show me. I knew you were so humble. You grew up like a Prince but you didn’t brag about it. That was the very first thing that I liked about you.

Well, except your mom and your younger sister! Your monster mom and that brat sister of yours. But you knew what? I was really amazed when you told your mom to be nice to me and she did. Why was she like that? Why didn’t she like me for you?  I kept on asking myself but it was later on that I realized. Well, she was a typical Korean mother. I knew she wanted the best girl for you. Sad to say, in her eyes, I didn’t pass. Too bad, right? But when you said she had to be nice to me and she did. However, there was no sincerity. She was smiling at me, with animosity. Prince, you left me with your mom. Since we were both young, we didn’t know what we wanted. In fact, even I didn’t know what I had to do. 

And now, I miss you so much, Prince! I have met a lot of men since you left but they were just guys. When I ask them their dreams, they have very common answers: “They want to be rich businessmen, or CEO, like this and that.” Your answer was still the best because you wanted to be a good husband and father. You see? I miss you more and more. You said you would come back after several years, and you would even follow me as far as Africa. You were hilarous~! 

I am not a Kpop so if I had just one wish, that would be: I wish you were not a Korean! Though there were times that you showed me you were not a typical Korean.