“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.