Love in the Big City

The pout of his thin lips provoked an urge to tease him with everything I had in my arsenal as well as a conflicting urge to give him everything in my heart, my world.

In those days, we learned a little bit about what it was like to live as other people. Jaehee learned that living as a gay was sometimes truly shitty, and I learned that living as a woman wasn’t much better. And our conversations always ended with the same question:
—Why were we born this way?
—Who knows?

thing that mattered was that I existed with someone, there in those dark streets of the city, and that was why I was wrestling tongues with a stranger.

I was desperate enough to pour everything I had into this act.

have left is a handful of empty words scattering away and leaving me behind as I sit here, scribbling.

tried to show the relationship we had and the time we spent
together as complete as they were, but the more I try, the further I get from him and the emotions I had back then.

Sometimes his very existence to me is the existence of love itself.

Rain still falls during the late rainy season, as do tears even when it’s too late.

Everything seemed to have passed by in the blink of an eye. At some point, my life had turned into one dimly remembered night after another.

What was once a part of him flowed into me and became me.