I knew him since grade school, I've known him forever, his goofy smile, his reluctant stares, his tiny teeth, his seagull eyebrows, his lion gaze.
The most shyest panicked gay boy I had ever seen.

Mark came to me one day,
He hopped from foot to another,
Nervous wreck,
I giggled at how cute this boy was,
Blushing he tried to speak his words out, but I couldn't understand.

It took him eight years to finally confess,
I was eighteen, and he was nineteen, after all these years I got my first kiss,
Boy was he an amazing kisser,
We giggled once we pulled away,
Bashfull and red.

I was twenty, In a university far from home,
I couldn't see him for three years,
For he graduated after we became a thing and left to Canada,
His birth place.
Thankfully the world was modern and u could see him on my computer screen.

As I sat under the cherry blossoms one night, after my classes, it was the last night as my life as a University student.
Mark came all the way from the airport to see me first. I remember crying buckets, he chuckled squeezing me in a hug.

We actually never exchanged I love you's, yet when he fell on one knee when I was 21, I screamed yes. Sometimes you know how you feel, sometimes there was no reason to speak, when your partner knew what you felt.

An year into my marriage life,
Mark had to join the Canadian army,
He wasn't a Korean after all,
The young recruits were assigned to join the army. Though modern, it wasn't a peaceful world.

I was pregnant,Three months,
He had to leave, that's what he had studied for, Mark was a Navy officer. A pilot to be precise. I cried so much he didn't want to leave, he was afraid I might hurt myself. But then, his duties called.

The day he left, on 14th of February was the most painful moment in my life, I cried, so did he. He loved me so much, I knew it. As his flight was set to depart, he kissed me long, passionately and deep. He knew I was afraid of getting a letter that he died.

"Wait for me. I promise I'll come back to you guys. Alive." Mark had said.

And........

I waited, I grew from three to six, to nine months, And I still waited. No phone call, no letter. Nothing. Michael was born, he looked so much like his Daddy. There were little memories left of Mark, a few photographs here and there.

Michael turned 15,

And I was still waiting,

My boy turned 20,

Still waiting,

Sparkles fell in love with Nana, my best friend's son.

I still waited on valentine's,

Our son got married,

I still sat on that same chair.

Nana conceived,

I waited,

I turned forty five,

By waiting,

I'm still waiting,

Miley turned three,

And I'm not tired of waiting,

I've been waiting for 26 years,

And I'll wait for him,

All my life.

Each Valentine,
I might not be as old as Caroline,
But my love is worth it all the wait.
At least she got a letter,
I got non. Nothing,

But here I am,
Sitting at the airport,
Praying he'd come back.
At least before I'll be gone.
We used to speak of having,
a bunch of children running through the house he built for Me,
But instead I was left with just one.

"Mom? Let's go home."
I heard my son call me.
As I leave,
I promise I'll be back next year.
What if he looses his way?
I'm not Hachiko but I'm his Hyuckie.