"What if you can be whoever you want to be? You may choose to be a ruler of a country. You can also be a famous celebrity that both young and adult people go crazy for. Or you can also be a South Korean Spy in North Korea if that gives you a thrill...
A part of me had always believed that she remembers me even if my friends think the opposite. I held onto that tiny hope of her remembering me all this time. It's what kept me going. It's what kept me from giving up.
"You don't remember me." I uttered almost in a whisper as I felt a pang in my chest.
I held my head down as I stared at the floor. Not wanting her to see the disappointment on my face. I should have known. I shouldn't have kept my hopes up. I shouldn't—
My thoughts were suddenly cut off by her.
"Can I show you something?" She said as she pulled up the roll-up door of the storage unit and opened it again.
She went inside and I just followed her. As soon as I stepped inside the storage unit, I couldn't close my mouth. I am even too stunned to speak as I also do not know where exactly to look first. I was overwhelmed.
The storage unit was filled with paintings of me.
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(CTTOs - These artworks are NOT mine)
I started scanning each and every painting as much as my mind could comprehend all of these portraits of me.
"H-how?"
Irene's POV
As she tried to take all of these in, I carefully scanned her features. I couldn't remember the last time she appeared in my dreams besides that time I saw her at the aquarium park, but I could never forget her beautiful face.
She's as beautiful as she was in my dreams or even more beautiful now that she's standing here in the same room as me.
When I decided to seek help from a therapist, I just really wanted someone to tell me that I am not going crazy. It was never my intention to erase all these dreams. Maybe a part of me just wanted to convince myself that those are not dreams, but real memories.
At first, I only wrote about this woman in my journal. It helps me remember my dreams with her that I never would want to forget. One of the reasons why I am more comfortable with my former therapist Dr. Kim was that she never made me want to stop writing about my dreams in my journal.
She understood me and helped me more than I expected. Once my therapy sessions came to an end, I followed her advice and explored my creativity. In my journal, I describe this woman in my dreams very detailedly.
As much as possible I do not want to miss a single detail about her. I tried to describe her only through words. But when I started attending some painting lessons, those words finally came to life. From words to vision and to life.
