Eight years. So much had changed. Returning to this city, I felt like there was no longer a place for me. But Dongyu, thank you. At least…'
At least I still have a place in your heart.
I'd waited fifteen years for those three words. And then another eight years. Perhaps now, my youthful obsession had finally met with a semblance of completion.
All my life back then, I hankered after him, hoping that I'd hear these three words.
However, now that I'm grown up, hearing these words did not make me as ecstatic as I had expected.
At 15, I wished more than anything that my love would be returned, but that never happened.
At the age of 23, I had hoped that my love would bear fruit, but ultimately it did not.
When people grow up, their ambitions grow as well.
However, I gradually learned to bear with the pain and let go. In all probability, I had come back so that I could say a final goodbye to this relationship.
