Highway with Green Apples

by Bae Suah

You don’t know, do you? How much I love you. My love for you will never change, even after an ocean of time has passed. 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 felt certain that just because practically every single person found someone to marry did not mean that they’d found a love as gentle as a spring breeze or that shook them up like a midsummer storm.