Love, perhaps, resembles a wave.

It starts with a very small tremor. A single glance met by chance, a word spoken carelessly, a strange flutter felt in a moment that is nothing special. At that time, you don't realize it will reach the depths of your heart.

But love spreads quietly.

Emotions starting from one person's heart shake another's, and the wave thus created spreads to places we do not know. While loving, that trembling is so familiar that you don't realize how deep it is.

And only after that person leaves do you realize.

That love does not disappear just because a person leaves.

The words that person spoke, the moments we laughed together, the warmth of the fingertips held carelessly—things like that remain somewhere in the heart and continue to shake me. Even though it's a love that has already ended, the reason that person comes to mind for no reason sometimes is perhaps because that love is still waving inside me.

Every wave has a beginning, but its end cannot be known exactly.

Love was like that, too.

Even if we eventually drift apart and look at different places, the heart that truly loved at one time does not become something that never happened. Because that love did not just pass me by; it became a part of what makes me, and it will quietly remain in the way I love someone hereafter.

So, it is a little sad for me to say that my love has ended.

Perhaps love does not end, but rather changes form.

The person who was by your side becomes a memory, the memory becomes a heart, and the heart becomes a part of life again.

The small wave we left in each other might one day spread very far and no longer be felt.

But it will not have disappeared.

Because that moment when we shook each other's hearts, at least once, certainly existed.

After finishing writing, he quietly sinks into thought. ...

Guest, I still don't know the reason why you loved me. That's why I feel like I know all too well the reason why you left.

...Because that hurts my heart so damn much