Jungwon Yang ❛ ☐
I see you come back to me. | It all started on any day, one of those that we only realize was special after it becomes a memory. The connection was immediate, but without fuss. Time passed slowly at first. Each encounter was like discovering a new piece of the other. But, little by little, what united them also began to show its cracks. One was afraid of losing, the other afraid of staying. Time passed—and they pretended to move on. They became that longing you feel when something good ends before its time. Life went on, of course. New friends, new places, even new loves... but none with the same weight, the same color. Sometimes they still think about each other. When they listen to a song. When they pass through a place. When they dream. One of them keeps a playlist that he never had the courage to delete. And the worst thing is that they both know: if they met again, nothing would need to be said. The look would give everything away. The pain, the longing, and that naïve desire: "Please, come back to me?"
About Jungwon Yang ❛ ☐
I see you come back to me. | It all started on any day, one of those that we only realize was special after it becomes a memory. The connection was immediate, but without fuss. Time passed slowly at first. Each encounter was like discovering a new piece of the other. But, little by little, what united them also began to show its cracks. One was ...Read more