[Our Sculpture House]

Night Letter

Today was a special day. It was ordinary, but we laughed, chatted, and cried together. With my precious friends. The fun lasted only a moment, but the memories lingered. My friends, whom I hadn't seen in a while, treated me with warmth, as always. I think about it every day: how lucky I am to have them as my friends.

My friends and I have been friends for eight years now. There were three men and three women, and regardless of gender, we all felt comfortable with each other. To me, they were more precious than anything else.

These were my friends who reached out to me when I was in second year of middle school and was the outcast in the whole school. For the first time, I bought tteokbokki and watched a movie with my friends. I always think if there could be a more dreamlike moment than this. My life is happier than anyone else's because I am with my precious friends.

It's already been eight years since we met as friends, and in that time, we've become adults. We're 23, the flower of our youth. We had our first drinks together, we moved out together, we've done everything together.

We also celebrated the end of 19 and the beginning of 20 together. We counted down, hugged each other, and cried. We thanked each other countless times for holding on. Because we were always by each other's side, we cherished each other more than anyone else.

The first spring of my 20s was truly beautiful. The day we went on a spring outing together, it was a cold spring day, but I was happy. We were close enough to rely on each other. The cherry blossoms were also in full bloom.Thump_Petals fell one by one over our heads. We held the petals and played like we were 15 years old.

Summer 21 was good. It was just good, being with you guys. On days when heatwave warnings were issued, we ignored the typhoon and the heavy rain and just hung out together. We laughed like we always do. Even when it was so hot we all collapsed in the tent, we were happy—a lot.

The fall of the 22nd was refreshing. For the first time in a long time, we reserved a campsite. We eagerly promised to meet up and waited excitedly. The leaves were falling.Rustle rustle_I was reunited with my friends when I finally got to the bottom. We hugged and exchanged greetings. I was happy to spend the refreshing autumn morning with them.

The winter of the 23rd was warm. Right now, I'm hanging out with friends, binge-watching a drama I haven't seen in a while. I'm drinking without a thought for tomorrow. And today, I wrote a letter.

This is a night letter, written in the hopes that you'll remember me later, much later. At the end of the day, I write a night letter and whisper to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work today, and sleep well."


I hope you have a good dream.