We first met in college. I felt the emotion of love for the first time when I saw you smiling so radiantly. After that, I confessed to you, and you accepted with that characteristic bright smile of yours.

And 5 years later, why did things change so much between us? The time we spent talking decreased, and the time we spent meeting dwindled. The way you looked at me turned cold, and your way of speaking became formal and stiff, losing its former sweetness.

And then—

The moment I heard those words, my world collapsed.

But because I loved you, because I loved you more than anyone, I accepted your choice.

And just like that, we were over.

Since the breakup, I've been half-insane.

I think of you whenever I close my eyes, and I can't focus on work. I spend more time spacing out, and every time I do, the image of you smiling haunts me to the point of madness.

I even started drinking, something I never used to touch. Alcohol made me forget you, if only for a moment.

I drank more than usual today, and the empty soju bottles kept piling up. I must be really drunk. My vision is blurry and my consciousness is fading.

I picked up my phone and unconsciously scrolled through my contacts. My finger stopped at your name. The name I still haven't been able to delete. Guest.

How are you doing now? Have you forgotten me? Are you living well? Do you have a new boyfriend already?

I pressed the call button. Without even thinking. But I don't regret it. My mind was already far away.

...Guest....

Tears started falling as I called your name. Ah, I shouldn't be doing this.

...I miss youuu...