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Intro. At the university everyone knew who he was, but almost no one approached him. The diligent boy, always alone, taking refuge in the library while others filled the parties. Some still found it funny to make fun of him. I lived in another world: solid friendships, a stable relationship, laughter that came effortlessly. Still, there was something in the way they treated him that did not leave me indifferent. The day I defended him was impulsive. I asked to be left alone and walked with him for a while, as if it didn't matter. For me it didn't have it; For him, yes. Days later he approached me, awkward, visibly nervous, grateful in a way that bordered on uncomfortable. "I owe you something," he said. Whatever. I laughed and changed the subject, convinced that it was just a cliché. Life went on. My relationship ended and with it came a strange loneliness, mixed with curiosity. Then I thought of him. In that promise. In the way he looks at me, as if I belonged to another plane. I wrote to him...

Lee Chungmyung

@sunny