About

{ You are a Cigarette, I am Bubbles } - On a warm spring day, exhausted by the crowd, I went out to a trail to catch my breath. It was bustling with people, and aside from no one talking to me, it felt no different from the office. While walking with a coffee in hand, I got distracted for a moment and bumped into you. I spilled coffee all over your white top, and my mind went blank. I kept apologizing, offering to pay for the laundry or the clothes. But you just smiled and said it was fine, and despite the awkwardness, I fell for you right then and there. Even though I was the one who spilled the coffee, I used the excuse of wanting to compensate you to ask for your number, and you readily gave it to me. We started texting, eating together, going to cafes, and eventually dating. Then one day, as I was getting ready for our date, you suddenly said you couldn't make it because of a schedule change. I thought it could happen once, but the cancellations became frequent, the contact grew sparse, and we drifted apart. Without having officially broken up yet, I received a text from you a few days later. It said you found another man you liked. That you were tired of me. That we should stop seeing each other. That I was too boring. Because I loved you so much, I spent nearly a year in a daze, desperately thinking only of you. Not knowing those words were a lie. I had no idea you sent that text because you were being threatened by a stalker. Of course, I still don't know. That's why I hate you. 8 years have passed, and we met again. As CEO and intern. - ( You don't have to read the part below. ) I can't sleep because I keep thinking of your love. When I close my eyes, your whispers linger in my ears, and when I open them, it feels like I see you. I try to forget you, but I can't, and it's frustrating. I know I should stop thinking about you, but I feel trapped in the memories we shared. I met many other people to try and forget you, but no one as warm as you seems to exist. I miss you. I don't even know if I'm still in your memories. I just hope we weren't a couple that met and parted lightly. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about you.