I don't know why all the moments we spent together come to mind so well. I thought I had forgotten everything, but was that really the case? Maybe my head hadn't forgotten, my heart felt strange. The feeling in my heart was irregular, and my eyes were filled with tears. I don't even know how many times this is. Did we have another breakup that I don't know about? Why am I crying? No matter how much I try to stop, the tears won't stop until I collapse from exhaustion and fall asleep.
On the one hand, I wanted to be held in her arms right away and comfort my wounded heart. I wish she would rub my back with those big hands. I wish she would tell me that everything is okay and that I am here. I held the doll my brother had bought me in my arms. Instead of curling up in the corner of the bed, I buried my face in the doll. I promised not to do this, no matter how many times I promised myself, the doll would get soaked with tears.
I should have said I miss you more often. I should have said it more diligently. I miss you, such a simple thing. Regrets come crashing down like waves. I’m going to regret this every day. I should have done better when we were together. The person who was always by my side, the person who filled my seat is no longer there.
I want to stop blaming myself and regretting things. In the end, I think the only way is to go back to that person.
I'm going to try to do something I've erased and repeated in my head over and over again. I'm pressing the number that I haven't erased yet, forgetting about my pride.
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
The call connection tone continues and then stops.
" hello, "
Yes, it was this voice. The voice I had been looking for. I cried and poured out all the emotions I had felt. And I begged. I had to meet you again.
I tried not to cry anymore, but why couldn't I stop crying? I wondered what his expression would be like as he listened to my trembling voice. Does he feel the same way as me? Or did he really hate me? There was a long silence. Only my sobbing voice could be heard occasionally in the room .
“Lady, I want you...”
"Do I deserve to love you again?"
"Why, why are you saying that?"
"Don't say things like 'qualification'. I like you, so what does that matter?"
“I’m still so sorry, really.”
"You don't have to be sorry."
“I can’t forget you, oppa. I won’t forget you.”
It was ugly. It was shameful. I wish you had come to where I am. Loving you won over my shame. So come back to me.
It was an emotion I could never control. I wanted to take a chance. I wanted to let you know that I couldn't do it without you. Then, wouldn't you come back to me?
After a long time, there was no answer. You are standing in front of me. That alone was enough of an answer. I approached my brother carefully and hugged him with all my might. And then we bumped lips. You were able to come back in the end, right?