After reading his card,
It was a shock like being hit hard on the back of the head with something.
That was what I said.
The person who had actually forgotten those words was,
Making a promise that cannot be kept,
It wasn't him, it was me.
He....
When I returned to give the letter containing the sonnet,
When they saw me lying in the hospital,
When I came looking for the apartment where I was no longer...
Only then did I think I understood how much pain it must have been.
Maybe I, too, only think about my own wounds,
Out of pity
He might not have had the luxury to look back on his wounds.
but,
The expectation that he would come to find me,
I decided to let go of the hope that someone would wait for me.
Just as feelings change over time,
He also thought that he might forget what he had said.
Even if it is like this, I want to express my sincerity now.
Just the fact that you delivered it to me
I felt nothing but gratitude toward him.
After a long flight
I finally arrived at my destination.
I left all my longing behind in Korea.
I wanted to fill my life with new things here.
Hola, Spain
Finally arrived!!
The new home I chose.
A new chapter to unfold here.
One and a half hours by bus from Malaga to Nerja.
If you transfer buses once and drive for about 30 more minutes
The 'Frigiliana' I had been dreaming of appears.
The sparkling sunlight of Spain
It poured in through the bus window.
I was tired, a mix of tension and excitement, but
Strangely enough, I couldn't fall asleep.
And, finally arrived
Frigiliana, the most beautiful village in Spain
I had reserved,
Looking for temporary accommodation to stay for a month
I set out on the road.
"What... why are all the houses here picturesque?"
I also found a place to live and got to know the neighborhood,
I was so busy adjusting that a month passed before I knew it.
Finally, I found a house I liked and moved.
Buy new items you need,
I spent each day decorating the house, one step at a time.
As I sorted out my place to live to some extent,
To immerse myself in work during the day
I went around looking for a cafe I liked where I could do translation work.
As I spent a busy day
The time I think of Hunji, too
The time I miss him,
It seemed to be decreasing little by little.
At least, I wanted to believe that.
Even while organizing my belongings
I suddenly remembered what he had said,
I vividly remembered even the bright smile and tone of voice.
But now, rather than tears...
I missed you....
"How is our Miguel?"
