How futile an emotion is yearning. Reminiscing about a past one can never return to, soaking in fantasies, and ending up marginalized in reality—was there really a need to create these two syllables that strip away even my final desires and prevent me from existing in the future?

In the end, I failed to understand God. Not that I was arrogant enough to think I could, but I suppose feeling bitter is just part of being human. Perhaps yearning exists as a final fail-safe of God's desire, created so that we would never forget Him.

Regardless, even in this monologue of mine, there is only one derived value, and I do not regret it.

Can a person die of hyperventilation from loving someone too much? Everyone knows it's impossible, but I want to live as someone who bets on the impossible. Because I like this world of force majeure, where you lose money even while knowing the odds.

The steps toward the conclusion are not that difficult...

I don't actively seek out breakups and reunions... and I'm not a masochist who enjoys pain, so I want to deny the idea of 'seasonal ties.' But if it's you, all of that is fine. I mean it's okay to pursue parting and meeting many times over.

As I fall into another fantasy under the emotion of loving you, you look at me as if you're frustrated.

Even though 'cuteness' is an emotion that defies survival instincts, the fact that I find you cute means I'm saying it's okay for you to take my life.

In the shallow media, there's an influx of advice telling people not to date those who act like you. My child, this is why you shouldn't trust the media.