Highway with Green Apples

by Bae Suah

How long is an ocean of time? Feelings as countless as grains of sand. Distances as far-flung as the sky. How much is that, I wonder.

I was the kind of girl who felt defeated at the sight of pretty girls walking around confidently. I never trust anyone who tells me I’m pretty or says they like me.

“Why do you talk like that?” He was always criticizing me for not sounding more like his mother or older sister. “Why can’t you just say, ‘I feel like drawing, so I have to draw.’ I think you like it when I can’t understand you.”

“Even though I’ve never been the type to cling to a guy, I can’t stop thinking about him after I get home from one of our dates. And then I sit around waiting for him to call.”