We prepared to go back to our respective places, and looking back, we realized that we didn't have much left for each other. It was only after losing each other that we began to see things. We thought we could do the best we could.
He said that he lived for a season with the love he had been talking about the hardest.
We stood side by side, looking at the Han River, and surrendered ourselves to the breeze that blew. Our hair swayed slightly and fluttered, and the night
The scent gradually became stronger.
" ..I thought love was cliche. The cliche you say
"I was tired of the confessions and didn't understand them."
" .... "
" So I was curious. Each and every one of those confessions you made.
Do you think it is precious? "
"You can't get used to love. You never know when you'll lose it.
Since you don't know, you should always cherish it. "
" .... "
"It's pretty even if it's cliche. That love confession."
You were my summer, and you're the most beautiful memory that shone through that summer. I don't want to turn back time. Remembering.
I like it just that way. I loved you, always, and maybe I still love you now. My youth was only about you, and you.
The time I loved was also my youth. Youth can't be recaptured. I should keep it as a memory, but I still have that youth.
I guess I live alone inside.
This summer, I ran into you again. I remember every single outfit you wore, every single habit you didn't even know existed. I thought you didn't even know my birthday. I held onto a small hope that if I waited a little longer, you'd come, but now I wish you'd fold it up neatly and throw it into the darkness. I hope you'll at least get along well without me. Thank you for creating a summer filled with regret.
"It was so good that I wondered if I could like it this much.
"I just liked it even though there was no return."
" ... "
"I didn't think I'd like him that much, but he seemed to have reached my limit. It was the first time in my decades of living, so I wondered if it was the first and last time."
" ..you want this to be the first and last time?
"I don't have the confidence to love someone that much. I wanted to feel that kind of longing and yearning solely for that person. But the pain that follows is too great? What is love?"
As I watched the female protagonist quietly looking at Beomgyu and smiling softly, I felt a pang in my heart for no reason.
You know, just thinking about that time still makes my heart ache and hurt. But the funny thing is, just because of those few kind words you said, I feel like I'm still living in that time. You should've just stopped saying mean things now. Just because of those few kind words you said, I still can't escape from that time.
Do you sometimes feel a tingling sensation in your heart when you think of me?
No, I wish you were sick. I wish you were sick as much as I am. I still think about the memories we had together sometimes.
They say love is self-harm, and I guess that's true. With you
When I look back on those memories, my heart aches and breaks. I can't believe you and I have become strangers. It feels like you from back then are still living in my head, and I feel like I spent countless days crying because of you.
But even after spending countless days in tears, I still love you. No, I love you.
As I stared for a while, time passed and it was 2 o'clock in the morning. The sky had darkened even more and the weather had become chilly.
Even though it was summer, it was still chilly enough, even though I was wearing light clothing. The stars in the sky shone brighter, and the roads and streets were quiet and peaceful, not a single ant in sight.
After seeing the female lead curled up in a huddle because of the cold due to her thin clothes, Beomgyu quietly took off his jacket.
He gently placed his arm around Yeoju's shoulder. Yeoju, who seemed surprised, slowly looked at Beomgyu.
"It's chilly out there. You should at least cover up."
" .. thank you "
"No, but I think it's too late. Let's go now. I'll take you there."
"It's okay, I can go alone."
"I'm anxious. It's dangerous."
It's dawn. The dawn that makes me think of you. You're already by my side.
You and I end up with not so good memories
Even though we weren't together, I always think of you at dawn. Perhaps in that short time, you entered deep inside me without me even being able to do anything. We lived different lives, so why couldn't we acknowledge our differences back then?
Actually, it's been hard these days. But I'm trying to explain it to you for reasons other than yours.
I tend to dismiss it as difficult. I guess it's the last remaining bit of pride I can muster. We've become so awkward that even greeting each other is awkward, so I'm ending this with my question about you. I'm trying to erase you now.
I won't worry. I won't fill my days with sighs and longing, thinking about you. I'll leave you with fond memories. It's common for people's hearts to change.
Hello, my first love, Choi Beom-gyu. It was nice to see you again.
If someone asks me who my first love was
I would answer without hesitation that I am a person like a hot summer.
The hot summer, the bright sunshine, and our heartbreaking memories of looking into each other's eyes were vividly captured in the photos.
It was my first love in midsummer.