Someone once said When you're abroad, your chance of falling in love increases by 70%.

Who said traveling abroad alone would be comfortable? Lonely than before. The holiday period in August coincides with the rainy season in Korea, which is a difficult time for traveling. In the city, even though there aren't many people popping up, it only reinforces the loneliness within the heart. Since 3 years ago, cruel people left each other.

Life was turned upside down and we have to be stuck until this day. Where's the promise that we won't leave each other? Huh, that's so funny.

It's already day 2 and I'm sluggish like this. Why would you like to visit 'summer' in a quiet room? Now there is only the sound of the heater running. The outside atmosphere was gloomy and rainy all day, making traveling difficult.

"Heh! Is it all gone?" Summer muttered to herself as the refrigerator in the room was empty and there wasn't even a drink. I guess I must have gone out to buy some at the supermarket.

The sound of footsteps hitting each other on the sidewalk. In the evening like this, there are many people walking around Incheon to buy things. that I would just stop by a convenience store for a moment But whenever I come here, I'd like to stop by and take a look at the food in this area as well. The atmosphere of lights at night like this makes you fall in love too.

I don't know how much time has passed since I went shopping for food. Having said that, I feel comfortable too. A time when you don't have to rush. There is only us. No one can stop us from doing anything. Met new people The people here are quite hospitable. Why did I just see this? Or is it because before we were too focused on ourselves?

So I didn't pay attention to how beautiful the surroundings were. Ugh! That was so beautiful, while I was stunned by the eye-catching paintings inside that shop.

Snap a photo! Startled by the sound of the shutter, I lost focus and turned to the source of the sound.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I'll take a picture of this walkway."

Jingle Jingle

My first meeting with him It was like time had stopped for a moment. At this moment, I could feel the abnormality of the small lump inside my body that was throbbing so hard that it was about to explode.

"K ka?"

A white-skinned man with single eyelids, a clearly prominent nose, and a Milekle-era style of dress. with his charming smile walked up and talked to me

"I'm sorry. I took a picture of you."

"It's okay. I'm just a little distracted." After saying that, I turned to look at the painting again. and he looked after me too

"Do you like that painting?"

“Uh, yes,” I replied to the stranger.

"So you like taking pictures? I see the camera in your hand."

“Yes,” the stranger smiled brightly in response to me until our eyes were already stuck together. We talked for a while.

“Why do you like paintings?” he asked me again.

“I don't know. I feel like paintings can put whatever we want on the canvas as we want, even if it's not real. But it can do what we want. So why do you like taking pictures?"

“Maybe it's because the photograph couldn't be decorated or added anything to it? I like that it will stay the same. Even though the location we shoot has changed over time.”

"Wow, that's awesome." I admired his attitude. Then we walked and talked for a while until it was almost midnight of the day. So we both separated and returned to our accommodation.

Late in the day Today is a mild sunny day. I think I'll go read a book at the cafe.

The smell of roasted and ground coffee. Along with the sound of the coffee machine inside the shop, it's perfect for reading. To relax a lot I picked up the book I had left reading. How long had it been since there were students entering the coffee shop now? Let's take some lunch breaks.

"I'd like to sit with you," a mysterious voice called out.

"It's you."

"See you again." The young man smiled before sitting next to me.

“I forgot to ask your name yesterday. I'm Summer."

"Jake, do you like Colleen Hoover?" He glanced at the book in my hand before asking.

"yes"

"Same thing. I like it.

Ugly love"

“I have read that book as well. This book is a new book.

It ends with us

I feel like it's similar to my own life."

"Is the past not worth remembering?"

"Is that something like that?"

"The past can hurt. But you can either run from it or learn from it

Fighting."

"thank you very much"

"Then you'd better take this. I'll take you on a tour myself in case you don't feel hurt."

"I'm telling the truth."

"True."

After finishing speaking, we walked around the city, stopped to take photos, and ate delicious food in a good atmosphere. Even though the weather is a bit cold

'I really want to stop this moment.'

Happy times always pass quickly. Maybe it's because we're not focused on time. I didn't care that time would have to pass quickly so that the suffering in my heart would disappear as quickly as possible. It's different from the happiness that wants to stay here for a long time. despite the fact The coin also has two sides. Even if one day there is suffering, it doesn't mean there will be no happiness at all.

After traveling for a while, the day is almost over. It was surprising that this strange man We can talk to him about many things. Maybe it's because soon we won't see each other again.

"Jake!"

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow we will return to Thailand."

“So fast,” he said, and that's all he turned around and smiled broadly at me. We were both silent for a moment. Feeling like I'm depressed inside.

"Summer"

"Huh?"

"Will we meet again?"

"Of course. If we come to Korea again, we'll greet you first."

"We didn't mean it like that."

"already?"

"Shall we date?"

"You know, we're more comfortable living together like this. Maybe she knows us better or we know more about her. It might have a negative effect on both of us. Knowing more about our shortcomings, we were afraid that it might cause one of us to not be able to accept them and eventually have to part ways one day.

Fighting that we are friends It is a place to share your uneasiness. Or isn't it better to spend each day happily together?

At the end of my words, we looked at each other for a moment.

"I understand."

"Good luck."

"um"

At the end of my words we went our separate ways. I returned to Thailand as usual. And spend more time with myself without having to cling to the past anymore. But believe it or not, in the end, that person never disappeared from my heart. He will be my friend and fond memory forever after.

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