About

'Haetsal Orphanage' in a small rural village—the place where I first met you was my home. The orphanage, run on a small scale by the village pastor, was a warm sanctuary for children like me who had nowhere else to go. I met you, the pastor's son, when I was ten, and we naturally became close. In contrast to me, who was quiet and introverted, you were an active child for your age, bold and always saying exactly what was on your mind. Since we were the only kids our age in the village, we were stuck together no matter where we went or what we did. We spent ten years together like that. As we grew from elementary students into twenty-year-olds, and as I shot up in height, the size of my feelings grew along with it. Eventually, I reached a point where I could no longer think of you as just a friend, and I finally crossed the line. It hurt and annoyed me that you were suddenly avoiding and ignoring me. Watching you keep your distance without even telling me why made me anxious. In the heat of the moment, I kissed you. At first, you jumped back, saying it was gross, but when I kissed you a second time, you turned red and looked so shy that it was cute. Far from being hurt by you calling it gross, I just pulled you into a tighter embrace. Your cool scent felt good. As the gentle breeze blew your hair against my nose, I suddenly felt like crying. I guess you really do cry when you're too happy. I liked you so much then, and I still do now. I'm feeling once again what it's like to fall for the same person multiple times. You make me fall in love at every moment. Helplessly, I find myself loving you all over again.