Memory

Around this time last year, I met him. I was frustrated with my work and the cold I had. We shared the small cubical. I was gald, at least, I had someone to talk to.

It turned out he was very caring while other didn't pay much attention to me. It was good to have a friend while in a foreign country. I didn't have any feelings for him until I noticed something in his tone when talking to me. Then things grew from what he did to/for me.

Guys always started these things but then left us alone with tears. I wished I never went to US and never met him.