A sudden downpour on a summer day. In it, the female protagonist, now in her thirties, sighs and looks out the window. A vague memory of her middle school romance with a reckless boy flashed through her mind, and she chuckled. If I had confessed then, would I not have had to struggle with my husband coming home late after drinking? Would my life have changed completely? At least one of the two would have happened. I tried to think of it only as a memory, but in the end, I foolishly missed my first love, which wasn't even love, but a crush. It was pathetic that a married woman in her thirties, and a married woman, was thinking of a middle school boy.
Is it because I'm so drenched in longing?
Why do I see your face looking at me through a black umbrella outside the window?
How did you get here?
Apparently he left for America.
‘It must be a hallucination. Why would he be here?’
But it was so vivid, like it was right before my eyes.
I may sound like a lunatic, but I'm still trying to have hope.
It's foolish, but I'm still going to try again.
I ran towards you without even an umbrella.
You smiled at me,
The rain that was pouring down so hard it was stinging wasn't just falling on me.
“I missed you.”
I finally met you.