To be honest, I couldn't but think about someone I once had deep feelings for and in fact, I still do years later. I was 18 and freshly turned 19, when I got involved with this person. They were 24, and in many ways I compared them to Woojung throughout this read. They were kind, understanding, patient in a way that felt mature yet sincere. They were truly unlike anyone, and they kept surprising me each day. They teased me a lot, and yet they trusted me to take the lead. I was an absolute mess back then in my own way, having had a very hurtful relationship the previous year and clutching onto the stubborn decision of not wanting to experience that and not wanting to be with anyone seriously. They too, preferred to call our time together 'fun' from the start. So our relationship didn't exactly have a label, things sort of just happened. I hated how much affection I harboured for them, and how they were so good at taking care of me, even making me feel adored. Making sure I went to sleep on time, asking me what I ate, seeking my attention when they wanted praise for their work as an artist. All those simple, endearing things that I've never experienced before in such a way. Meanwhile, all I wanted was to be by their side and make them feel happy, coddle them even, or coo after them as I'd say. It was a very scary feeling, because I knew circumstances kept us from ever becoming serious. I remember the night I said this to them, and they told me they wanted to speak to me as soon as they were free to. It was like I mattered to them, in some way. I cried a lot that night, and they cried too because we couldn't be together even though we both wanted to. Soon after, something happened in their life and I lost all contact with them. But it's 2 years later, and I still think about them, yearn for them even, wish their wellness and happiness. It's a bit like Jiho said, they will always have a special place in my heart and my feeling won't ever change. The memories I hold with them, every single one, our time together, it's something I carry with me. I'm not sure If I can call this love because there's so much more I wish I could've found out about them that I would come to adore as much as the rest of them, but I know that what I feel towards them is precious. This story deeply reminded me of it and made me feel warm.
To be honest, I couldn't but think about someone I once had deep feelings for and in fact, I still do years later. I was 18 and freshly turned 19, when I got involved with this person. They were 24, and in many ways I compared them to Woojung throughout this read. They were kind, understanding, patient in a way that felt mature yet sincere. They were truly unlike anyone, and they kept surprising me each day. They teased me a lot, and yet they trusted me to take the lead. I was an absolute mess back then in my own way, having had a very hurtful relationship the previous year and clutching onto the stubborn decision of not wanting to experience that and not wanting to be with anyone seriously. They too, preferred to call our time together 'fun' from the start. So our relationship didn't exactly have a label, things sort of just happened. I hated how much affection I harboured for them, and how they were so good at taking care of me, even making me feel adored. Making sure I went to sleep on time, asking me what I ate, seeking my attention when they wanted praise for their work as an artist. All those simple, endearing things that I've never experienced before in such a way. Meanwhile, all I wanted was to be by their side and make them feel happy, coddle them even, or coo after them as I'd say. It was a very scary feeling, because I knew circumstances kept us from ever becoming serious. I remember the night I said this to them, and they told me they wanted to speak to me as soon as they were free to. It was like I mattered to them, in some way. I cried a lot that night, and they cried too because we couldn't be together even though we both wanted to. Soon after, something happened in their life and I lost all contact with them. But it's 2 years later, and I still think about them, yearn for them even, wish their wellness and happiness. It's a bit like Jiho said, they will always have a special place in my heart and my feeling won't ever change. The memories I hold with them, every single one, our time together, it's something I carry with me. I'm not sure If I can call this love because there's so much more I wish I could've found out about them that I would come to adore as much as the rest of them, but I know that what I feel towards them is precious. This story deeply reminded me of it and made me feel warm.