You can hurt anyone physically, it works, but nothing better than attacking them mentally. You can never imagine how big the impact is, there may be no cure for it. Just like what is happening to the one in front of me. What is the meaning of beauty with nothing inside. It's not that the heart is bad, no, it's not like that. It's just that the heart is gone...Just tell me once again, why do people have to set lovers apart? Do they have our own destiny? Why don't they just let them be. God has made all of our scenario so why bother? Do we really need to hurt others?

I remember how I was running with my wet cheeks, like a headless chicken, working my eyes in the almost-dark stranded street. You'd been told that he's waiting for you there. I didn't know whether it was true, or it was just a whisper from your inner desire. Some of us prefer to believe what our hearts want to believe, so do you and me. I also remember how I often felt so helpless, beaten, hurt, just by the thing I assumed to be love. I still believe that it is now, still, but Jae.. You have found your ending. How about me?

A touch on my shoulder reminds me of where I am right now. Yeah, I'm in this restaurant. It;s mine now. If you think people can get really unreasonable because of love, you're seeing one of them now. It's me. I've abandoned all of my dreams, my parents' hope, just to get myself in this culinary world, no, actually, I did buy this restaurant to safe a place-the only place yunho promised you to wait there, wait for him. I was securing a place for you to meet your lover, Jae. It has nothing to do with me, but what has something to do with you, it'll involve me. You know that...

I turn my eyes to this beauty, tender gaze I feel I never deserve.

"Did it happen again?" I asked him earning his smile.

It did. And I turn again to the table, full with the food on it, the candle, the flower, and the melting ice cream. I saw him again, just like before. It's been years. Sometimes it feels really funny how the things you experienced before is now happening to me. How you always found yourself being trapped inside your hazy mind, seeing and waiting for someone who had not been there anymore. How you still waiting for your Yunho despite the reality of how he had left you alone in this world, Jae. You did the same as I always do, waiting on that table. We both cannot differ what's real or not most of the time. Can anyone even believe us that we can really potray the face, smell the scent, and hear the voice as clear as if happened only yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Tae-ah..