One week after Chunghee's death, all day long my heart just continued to be shrouded in deep sorrow as if this world was a narrow space that locked me in extreme grief, sadness, despair, and I was dying inside.
At first, I thought that this gloom wouldn't last long, so I intended to stay in this city any longer and learn to make peace with myself to live a better life in the future.
However, in reality, day after day was so hard for me to live. Every day I couldn't stop thinking about him, like a drug addict.
I had waited for two decades, but what I got after finding him was permanent grief. Separated for years and when I reunited with him again, he cruelly left me for good.
No one had ever hurt me so viciously like him.
But, I wasn't angry. I didn't hold grudges either.
