you don't know how many times i've wished that i had told you
cherishMarriage, Bora thinks, isn’t all that it’s cut out to be. Yeah, there are the good things, like waking up in the same bed as Minji and feeling the comfort of the rising and falling of her chest in her arms and the blissful happiness of making dinner with her after coming home from work.
But, there’s also the shattering reality of life that makes everything between it all bitter. Like all the days that her job takes away from Minji, the pile of bills sitting on their countertop, the cold shoulder that welcomes her when another date night gets lost in the hours that Bora spends in the dance studio.
At first, it was fine. One date night cancelled was fine. Two, three, four dates turned into more lonely nights for Minji at their dinner table, the food gone cold and her patience wearing thin. And it’s not like Bora purposely decides on being tardy or chooses to completely miss the opportunity to be with her wife—for God’s sake, she loves her; she married her for a reason, professed her vows with the truest intent of following through with them.
(Even if seven years have passed, Bora can remember with vivid detail the way Minji looked at the altar, her light brown hair in soft waves, a veil so immaculate and effervescent it looked as if magic trailed behind her, her beautiful white dress glittering in the glow of the sun. But more importantly, Bora remembers how her eyes seemed to twinkle as they looked back at her, the lovi
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