a female jerk

And yes, I forgot to add one very important point. Being a songwriter and part-time singer, he composed two songs just for me; and even sang them to me before we parted. We were at Suntec Convention Centre; and in the middle, with all the bright lights surrounding us, he sang to me softly. While I stood frozen in my spot, he moved from side to side, singing.

I felt like I was in some korean drama where the guy tries to serenade his love one. The feeling was so real, it did make me want to tear.

After he finished the song, all I could say was a whispered "thank you", and when a stray tear drifted down my cheek, he wiped it away, and told me "I don't ever want you to shed a tear for me, ahdasou?" [korean for 'understand?']

If only I loved him back the way he says he loves me, I will be the happiest girl.

But I don't. And that just kills him, and me as well.