Back then, we were still naive, carrying our guesses and confusion about love as we first tasted its sweetness... Even today, though scarred all over, I still yearn for that clumsy courage to love from back then. I strive to spread my wounded wings and soar toward him.
Don't let love lose to stubborn pride.
We have all once believed deeply that another version of ourselves exists in this world—like a soul reflected in your mirror, born in tandem with you. These fantasies are tucked away in a corner of our hearts, for we wish to believe that everything that happens must have its reason!
I believe there is someone born to fit your soul perfectly. You too were born into this world to complete someone and bring them happiness. In the manga NANA, the female lead Nana says:
I'm not mature enough yet to forgive betrayal... I still can't love him wholeheartedly... Even when love brings pain... I can still hold him close... Even if I lose everything..."
Perhaps the reason we are moved by television dramas is that, deep down, we believe the happiness belonging to the male and female leads could happen to us.
If mature love grows too worldly, you'll turn away. You seek someone like yourself, one who holds a childlike heart—pure and innocent like you, waiting to meet you. Happiness never truly ends, just as our youth never truly fades. Only after enduring pain, betrayal, and reconciliation do we understand that love has no right answer.We all float and sink within it. Love is not about forcing oneself; it is about calmly acknowledging, pointing directly to one's heart, facing one's own stubbornness, and realizing we are merely afraid to entrust ourselves to another, afraid of losing ourselves.
We look back hesitantly, noble and aloof like cats, seemingly free yet lonely. In truth, no one can decide where you should go. You must face the solitude of being alone in this world. You must love—love bravely. Even if you get hurt, you must summon the courage.
That resolve to love someone, no matter how deeply wounded or how many obstacles stand in the way—never forcing it, yet still wanting to love them!
