Edosewele's script

I met a Korean man today at my workplace. He was Korean because of his English accent and his eyes. His eyes were slightly oval with a curve at the top left and a curve at the bottom right, seemingly soulful, cautious, and warm. I felt an overwhelming familiarity course through my heart as I looked at him, and watched him. I paced closely in his direction, hoping he would say something, maybe he would notice my accent and ask me where I am from, so that I could ask him too. In my head, a couple of words formed sentences and phrases, all trying to win competitions for actual qualifying conversations, but he didn’t look at me, and I couldn’t speak to him. My co worker walked to my side and said, “all these Korean people never knowing what they be doing”, this wasn’t unusual for him to say, making random comments about peoples activities, and I would laugh because I didn’t know what he was trying to say, but this time, my eyebrows twisted weirdly and I avoided his gaze, it felt like a betrayal to laugh at that statement, and before the Korean man had left I was already upset. I thought it weird to be upset, but it did not change that I was upset; I didn’t even know the man, and yet I was so unsettled within me.
I am popularly known among friends, families, and acquaintances for my love for korean drama and its country, How I fell in love and the moment it happened i do not remember, but I had often found myself looking for something related them, My friends in school outgrew it and kept telling me that this was a phase, I told them it wasn’t a phase but waited to see if I would also at some point fall out of this phase, instead, in place of the attractive men that occupied our attention as teenage girls came the beauty of its scenery, the words spoken and the comfort it brought, crafted from reality into fantasy, and the giggles that eluded me, there was something pacing about the emotions the actors and actresses always seemed to portray, their eyes were mostly so deep and when they cried, something felt like it was escaping from my chest.
I mourned characters that died but were never real, crying for days and annoying my sister who was already sick of my tears, The men being very fine was still appreciated, but I had built something so warm and accepting with Korean drama’s that it wasn’t exactly about the actors anymore but the stories, stories rich and acknowledging of passion, made with so much love that I could only want and dream to be a part of them.