We ran down to the field one night. That field by the sea where city sounds couldn't be heard and the ocean lapped the shore to the fore of us.
The violets were frosted over in the cold, and you stood close to me. The sky had turned to an ombré of indigo and pink; the last colours of the summer still showed, even though it was a chilly third day of January.
I think that's because you were there; because you're here. You're like a sun that never sets; a rose that never dies; the small speck of blue in a grey cloud filled sky.
And that means so much to me, that you're always here.
- Choi Chanhee
