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Jung Hwanhee has always loved deeply; too deeply, some would say. She believes in almosts, in lingering conversations, in feelings that don't need labels to feel real. But love, for her, has always arrived with conditions, delays, or truths revealed far too late.
As Hwanhee looks back on the men who passed through her life; some who stayed too long, others who left too soon-she begins to ask the question she has avoided for years:
Am I hard to love?
Or was she simply loving the wrong people, at the wrong time, in the wrong way?