Go Dok Mi

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^_^How timid and frail is unrequited love?

~A place you entered of your own accord, but you're trapped inside, unable to find an exit.

~He doesn't know a thing, and could one day leave my line of sight, and the love ends passively.

~A love that does not bloom flowers, and thus cannot dream of bearing fruit.

~A love like a seed that is forgotten. That is unrequited love.•••••••

^_^Her mouth is like a broken faucet in a mountain village.

~ When it's needed, not one drop comes out, and in the middle of a silent night it flows on its own.

~In that moment, all the words she couldn't speak come pouring out belatedly.

~She vows, Next time, I should answer like this, I should make this retort. ~That woman speaks the most impressive lines when she's alone.•••••

^_^People who think that they can just grab the hand of happiness when it's offered to them-how happy must they be?

~ That woman becomes nervous when she is too happy.

~ To that woman, happiness is like a child's game of blowing bubbles.

~The moment when she touches the bubbles that float her way carrying the light of the rainbow, they burst.

~In front of happiness, that woman always gives up, before the hand is even offered.•••••

^_^What is your truth? Answer honestly. ~Whenever someone asked her that, she kept her mouth shut.

~When unwrapped from its wrapping paper of lies, the truth is not a sweet candy or a chocolate that appears with a flourish.

~ In the way that skin is needed to protect blood and flesh, she needed lies to cover her truth.

~More than being honest and exposing her scars, that woman found it safer to lie with a brilliant smile.•••••

^_^When she goes out into the world, that woman often becomes invisible.

~When she gets pushed aside by shoulders, stepped on by feet, and stuck in between the lines, she feels like she's not visible to the world. So she hid in her room.

~The small room was soft and comfortable, like a nest to a bird that's injured its wing.

~In that space, that woman can breathe freely.

~She never once missed the outside world or dreamt of it.

At least until now...

At least until now...

At least until now...

At least until now...•••••

^_^That woman believes that fate is when the thread of her heart connects quietly with another's.

~She thinks that that invisible string is what allows people to feel and understand each other, even with the smallest vibration.

~That woman feels uneasy when one heart suddenly gets mixed together with lots of different ones.

~So, Fate, please-don't pull my heart so hard...•••••

^_^To that woman, a scar was like falling into deep water.

~The onlookers who don't know the depth of that scar just wonder why she can't swim out.

~There are so many people who belittle a stranger's scar.