Final Act: Summer Again and Always

Final Act: Summer Again and Always 

I have everything here. Let's just get this over with. I still have to take my cat to the vet later. I won't forget that right?

This will be on tape for our records purposes and just in case anything―

Just go ahead with it.

Ok.Rolling in one, two, three…

Case 2011-0209. State your name and age.

Choi Sooyoung, English name is Summer . Twenty-one. Am I doing good?

And you are here to forget…

Shim Changmin. Max... The person I love the most. I’m erasing him because I love him. This is embarrassing.

Can you tell us about your relationship with Changmin?

I love him. And I'm sure he loves me too. Although we weren't officially together we had something special. He was my best friend even if he knew nothing about me. I wanted to remain a stranger. So that if I disappeared one day he can easily forget about me. What's funny is that now I'm the one who can't forget him. Pathetic isn't it? Haha. I just popped into his life and now I want out. Am I selfish? I always prayed that he won't fall in love with me. But deep inside I knew that I really wanted the opposite. Its crazy how you can want one thing and another that contradicts it at the same time. Yes. It's possible.

I guess that's all… that's all.

Describe Changmin. How does he look like in your mind?

He was like a cardboard character from a romantic film. Tall, dark and handsome. He looks really smart. But he's such a fool. He shouldn’t have fallen for me.

He was this handsome accountant with his buttoned up shirt and reading glasses. He could use a good fashion makeover but I never got around to it. I used to give him nice ties and shirts but he never wore them. They end up under the table, under the chairs, under his bed, never on him. His face made up for his lack in fashion sense though.

He didn’t look friendly. He always looked very apprehensive. Quiet and easily startled with every move that I made. But he was a nice person. Very warm hearted even if he tries to act cold. His smile never fails to make my heart skip a beat. His mismatched eyes. His peanut shaped lips. I can't put it into words. I'm just glad that I met someone like him.

What exactly happened that day? The day you met.

I just came from the hospital. It was really a bad day. I told myself that I would live this day as if it were my last. It could easily have been the last anyway. Then I saw him. In that small café. Alone. He looked lonely but I guess I was the one who was lonelier that day so I gathered all my guts and went up to him.

I made him buy me a drink and go on a date with me. I know. I was a bit embarrassed too, but I was already there.

We watched Harry Potter. Can you believe that? Two random strangers out on a movie date. Actually I watched the movie three days before but I couldn’t really think of a drama movie. It’s the only excuse I could find to cry that day.

Then… he was really charming. He bought me ice cream to make me stop crying………. That was the moment I fell in love.

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I press stop and the tape stops rolling. Sooyoung looks back at me with tears in her eyes. She remembers. Now she remembers like I do. Maybe not completely but, the important thing is she remembers me like I remember her. The reasons and excuses didn’t matter. We remember.

She is Choi Sooyoung: designer, photographer, cat lover, and a heavy sleeper. I have loved her once, and I love her still. She erased me and I erased her, but even that couldn’t change the fact that I love her. She is crazy. She is beautiful. And I love her. I always will. Forever.

*****

Gently awake me in the warmth of the summer sun

Where mem'ries of yesterday fade, today's had begun

Like thousand hues of light and shade dappled into one

O'er  beaten palettes of grass , let's paint our feet and run

Run and dance with the colors of yesteryears gone by

Wear their cloths of wisdom, view today with naïve eyes

To lessons that had burned your heart into stone, goodbye

Adieu mon amour, goodbye without a single sigh

Sigh instead with dreams of young love that is yet to bloom

Like flowers of spring that had died, once again resume

Sigh not of the end, for it knows nothing but to loom

Yes, only for tomorrow, in our hearts there is room