("Hyun, ready for the date?")

When the time goes, I thought it would be easier -- more familiar, with the harsh reality I must embrace, but I failed. After all of the time passed, it only makes me miss you more.

("You smell so nice, like fresh laundry.")

I miss your comforting hugs. I miss your sweet talks that came from those lips I always love to gently laid across mine.

("You might not know about this, but you're adorable when you smile like that.")

The more I hide these memories of yours, the more apparent it will be in my head. The human heart is so strange.