I wish we could call it love...but I know Sasha would not go that far.
I'll have to be happy..we are still together..in Seoul.
I'm glad I can help her.
Somehow, I feel so protective..even if she has a better job than me.
Hopefully, she feel like a professional now. Being a teacher at the academy.
Still, I want to be watchful. She's a fragile thing.
But I hope she will let her wings spread this time and fly high...with me...