I’m 25 years old, but that’s not how long I’ve really been alive. My life started— and almost ended, when I was 21 years old– when I met Junho.
Yes, I met the wrong guy, but loving him was right. He changed me, and I transformed into someone more like a real human being.
It was his love for me and our life together that transformed me: Real love, real life, and real loss.
Now I think that I’ll always be afraid of commitment, and I occasionally close my eyes and let time flow backwards— just until I inevitably wake up to the future: Unchanged.
Maybe, I’m just incapable of seeing intangible things like time differently; but, I am always trying to change. At least, this is what I tell myself.