huang hera
walking through the street of seoul, my legs don't shiver of cold anymore, the long pair of pants covering my scars-legs completely, star struck by the scenery of mid-december, the snow falling effortlessly, i was taken back to the winter of twenty seventeen, i was younger than, my mind beyond my age, wiser than a philosopher. reminiscing the youthful laughter and the first taste of love.
stumbling over a man, whose taller than me, looking up to apologise for my carelessness; my eyes widens, the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach, the lump over my throat gulping. his eyes gazing back at me, the man who once were my world—
"long time no see, hera."
...
"i want to know the you right now,
not you who i used to know."
...
He keeps his word
And for once, you let go
Of your fears and your ghosts
One step, not much
But it said enough
You kiss on sidewalks
You fight and you talk
...
"i want to love you, back before hell went loose."
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-the end
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