"There were letters and phone calls to make up for the distance that spaced between us. We did try, Hansol, didn't we? Both of us know that we did hold on to what we felt. But the distance grew larger, and no matter how hard we tried, time is the hardest enemy.
We were moving in different worlds, with different people, and in no time, we suddenly owned different perspectives in life. It was painful to look back at that realisation, but life must go on.
How I wish it did go on."
After years of living in the city, Hansol once again came back to his hometown in the rural area for a vacation, and for a trip down the memory lane he always does. Time had passed, yet it all seems unchanged-his mom's pie, the country road, the sycamore tree, the star-dotted sky, the fresh air to breathe.
It was all the same memories patching up the gap in his heart, and while it always comfort him to reminisce, little did he know that this will be the last.
A short story about first love, looking back, and letting go.
(COMPLETED)