1,000 days.

 

I'm engaged to a man whom I have never loved. In 1,000 days we'll already be married. I don't want this. I don't want him. I want you, but as we pass each other on an empty sidewalk, we are no more than strangers. You are hand in hand with another woman. She rests her head on your strong shoulder. I cannot bare this any longer. I have no choice. Time has passed, and mine is up. In a thousand days to come I'll probably forget you. I hope I won't, Jongup.