Every day was a struggle before I met you.
The sun was always hidden behind an ashen grey cloud, and the stars at night seemed to be lost in the folds of an inky black sky that went on for miles and miles. Even the streetlamps flickered unsteadily, seemingly ready to give up.
I felt like them. I understood. I was hidden and lost, and I was ready to let go.
- Choi Chanhee
