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It is October 1st again, and I have returned to the bridge. I wish I could forget.
Three years ago. A crown of yellow flowers. A goodbye.
I have endured three years with a broken heart that I can tell nobody about. I have lived through three years of longing for the impossible: to know whether Jae Young would fit into my embrace, to know what he smelled like, to understand what his skin would feel like under my palms and what his lips would feel like against mine.
Fortunately, I have come here for three years without seeing anyone on the other side of the bridge. Perhaps that’s Jae Young’s doing, his birthday gift to me each year.
Was he real, or was he a figment of my imagination? Did I dream him up so that I wasn’t alone with my task?
And if he is real, does he miss me as much as I miss him? Does he remember me? Does he think of me daily, the way I think of him? Do blue flowers cause a pang in his heart the way the sight of red flowers causes a pang in mine?
The wind whips at my face from across the ravine. I close my eyes against its unrelenting onslaught. I must face the harsh reality that I am in love with a ghost. I also must face the harsher reality that I may never fall out of love with that ghost.