The True Identity Of Joon Jin Ho

The morning breath of the park was a mixture of fire and ice. And so was the heart in me. I got to the park after running for nearly an hour and upon getting to the central point of the park, I started searching for the one in my heart. I kept calling but heard no response. The birds chirped, greeting me to the beauty of the sunrise which was still being constructed. But their announcement was not of primary concern to me. My primary concern was to find him.

"Jin Ho, where are you?" I asked but heard no response.

"Jin Ho! Jin Ho!" I kept calling out. Frustrated and angry, I asked myself: "Couldn't he have waited for a while? That jerk! Why did he make me run all the way here?"

But all of a sudden, I heard a voice say: "Amy! I'm right here!"

I couldn't tell the exact location of the sound but after tracing it carefully, I looked above and saw an unprecedented sight. The one I was searching for had somehow gotten onto a tree.