Yoo-Yoo-Sang-Jong

"Hi. Dohwa, right? Yoo Dohwa." That was your first greeting as you approached me, the boy who was ostracized for liking the same gender. "I remember your name because it's pretty." It was a compliment to a name that I hated so much. And if I were to make a list of the things that define you, for example, it would be like this: Voice, scent, neat school uniform… Pale fingers that turn the pages of a book, eyes that curve like a painting when you smile, the gentle way you speak, Or… how you kindly embraced me, without asking any question, one day in the middle of the summer.