“Love is always guileless—people make it turns to be complicated.”

Jieun still remember that day.

How that guy stood a metre apart and carefully looked at her in the eyes. How he let out a heavy sigh, which creating a cloud-alike fog that slowly disappeared between the air. How he faked a cough in the middle of their silence—just so their talk won’t get cold like that time’s weather. How he smiled and picking up the best words he should said, not the one he wanted to.

And how he turned and went away, leaving her with all the questions—that has been haunting her for years.

Then what about me? What about my feelings? What about all the times that we spent together?

“What do I mean to you?”

No matter how long it has been, Jieun’s memory still stay at that time.

When they were still eighteen years old, when they still didn’t know what to do and what to fight for.

When they chose to continue their life with all those regrets,

When they didn’t even believe with their ownself.


 

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly.
But I don’t go along with that.
The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

— Kazuo Ishiguro