He said he's about 190cm. I doubted him all day, telling him not to lie, so we went to a nearby health center and measured it; he was 191.6cm. He's Korean but has brown hair and light brown eyes. When the sun hits them, they shine beautifully in amber, making it look like one of us isn't Korean. He's about my age. I don't know what he does, but he's really rich. He drives me around every day in a nice car. I'm ignoring it all because it feels like a cheap trick to win me over. If I tell him to laugh, he laughs; if I tell him to shut up, he shuts up; if I tell him to go away, he sits far away. He even pretends to die if I tell him to, and he's such a good actor that I've been fooled many times. Sometimes I hate him, but other times I feel like I can't live without him. He's really the only one who puts up with my personality changing every day. But I'll never say that. I will ne--ver let my life be held hostage by a shady guy like this!