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a korean romance
by Curt Bilson
we have know each other for a few years now, but she is such a fantastic creature, it still feels like everything is brand new with her...
april 21, 11:54 pm
the new spring insects are congregating around the solitary street light just above us. it is almost midnight on a wednesday, so this quiet little park is desolate except for me and the beautiful girl i am with. and that's the way we prefer it. we have know each other for a few years now, but she is such a fantastic creature, it still feels like everything is brand new with her. after we stroll down the stone stairs to the pounded dirt patches that used to be grass, i park myself on the bench near the brick wall, as she lights up a cigarette. our conversation stays light. mostly idle jokes and dead end conversations, but we both enjoy it. she puffs elegantly on her smoke, pacing on top of the other benches and the play ground equipment. i try not to lose my train of thought as i steal glances of her wandering curves. this woman is truly a vision, a sight to behold, and i am enjoying the view. i play it cool and with what seems to be just below the surface. she acts a little coy checking her cell phone. she hides her face in the scattered shadows of the trees, brushing her hair back slowly behind her ear. i just sit and sip the soju out of that emerald green bottle in my hand, and try not to grimace too much. i gaze at her as she dances over to steal a little sip herself. i ask her about the exam we had that day, and how much she hates our professor, just to watch her smile. i take deep breathes of the freedom and the innocence being kicked up in the night air. the dogs barking and the cars honking all fade to the back ground nonsense, and all i can hear are her tiny laughing after every sentence. she strolls up to me, and under the orange glow of that stet fast light post, looking like the definition of radiance, she says "lets go shit dog". she always had a peculiar sense of humor. so i grab our back packs filled with the text books we should be studying and follow her up the stairs. as we take each step slowly she surprises me by placing her hand in mine. my heart begins to pound, as she makes it out o be no big thing. when we get to the top , we pause, and when i muster up enough guts i lean in for a kiss, she turns to light another cigarette.
June 29, 2004