We were young when we first fell in love. You fell in love with the beautiful girl who worked part-time at the fast-food restaurant we frequently visited. You, sixteen and selfless, fell in love with a university student, twenty and troubled. I, sixteen and sincere, fell in love with you, sixteen and sincere.

Because it sounds so much more beautiful to think how the story goes from breaking up and crying to deadly silences and lonely evenings, to fights and reconciliations, to being happy together and goodnight whispers, to confessing and kissing each other goodbye, to falling in love and crushing on each other, to the smile of the first meeting. Because nothing could ever compare to the happiness of the first meeting.

Yoona always thought of love in a way too narrow manner, defining the line between love and not love too strict. He will prove her that love is much bigger than she thought it was. Love is… Endless and that is what makes it so preciously beautiful.   I look up at the skylight you opened for me