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July felt different even before it began. She told me, "I'm going to Canada". Honestly, it was a third happy moment, third surprising, and third dumbfounded. I knew we would meet again, but not this soon. Every day leading up to her arrival carried a kind of quiet electricity. She was coming to Canada, to me. I still remember that night on 401, the sky a smear of indigo above the headlights, Chopin humming low, my thoughts already racing ahead to the terminal gates. I drove a

We stayed in Jeju for couple more days, moving through soft rain and temple courtyards like we were learning a quieter language together. Mornings smelled like pine and sea, and the island felt like a third companion who kept nodding, as if to say: yes, keep going. We visited a couple of Buddhist temples, stone guardians with moss shoulders, and I watched you press your palms together, eyes closed, a little rain collecting in your lashes. Beaches in Jeju weren’t the postcard

I didn’t plan any of it. I only flew to Korea because family pulled me back in, first for Wontaek’s wedding, and then, like an unexpected bonus track, for Jeff, my “baby” cousin I hadn’t seen in a decade. He’d grown up in the meantime, England had rounded his vowels and sharpened his humor-and he was buzzing to “see the real Seoul.” That’s how I ended up in Hongdae on a neon-washed night, playing big cousin and wingman while Jeff, with cheerful shamelessness, admitted he was