Ep. 12: The wind is blowing. I like you.

The sunflowers that smile up at the sun everyday will eventually become a small sun itself.  On top of the clam shell that's been playing by the ocean all day small patterns of the waves gets imprinted on it affectionately little by little.  Things that are amorous about each other starts to grow together in its likeness.

And that woman is finally starting to understand it.

Ep. 11: Can I go back to being the me from the past?

Because people aren't machines or toys that are built by factories, they're special and complicated.  Our usefulness, the colors of our hearts, the scent, the pressure points and our weaknesses that hurts from the slightest touch ... they're all different for everyone.  One must look for a long while just to be able to barely get an outline of who they are.  That's why the woman doesn't believe in fateful loves.

She didn't believe in it.

Ep. 10: If you want to know the enemy, don't look with your eyes, but with hers!

That woman's door didn't open for a very long time.  In front of her dusty doorstep she found invitations to two very different worlds.  A person who came near by her like a breath of fresh air, and a person who blocks the gusts from her like a shelter in a storm.

For the first time, that woman grows afraid of her own desire to open her door.

Ep. 09: I know what I love, and I love what I know.

There are times when some people who were only thought to pass you by remains in your heart after they leave.  It's not until after they're separated the weight and meaning of their encounter is truly understood.

That woman believed that life is all about a repeat of belated realizations.

Ep. 08: Hazardous tunnel up ahead.

To some people, love is like a sign of victory like a meal or a trophy they like to use to boast about.  To some people, love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart.

To that woman, love is a secret that can't be exposed to others, not even herself.

Ep. 07: Pride and prejudice and misunderstanding.

To that woman, a scar was like falling into the deep water.  All the onlookers who don't know the depth of the scars keep asking why she can't just pull herself out of the water.  There are too many people who are oblivious and belittle strangers' scars.  That woman didn't want to hear those empty words.

At least, from that one person.

Ep. 06: The key term for meetings are "Fated" and "Ill-fated."

The woman believes fate is a string that quietly connects her heart to another.  Following that invisible string to feel event the slightest vibration is what connects people to feel and understand each other.  When one person's heart suddenly gets mixed with so many other hearts, its starts to make that woman's heart feel uneasy.

So, fate ... please stop tugging so hard at my heart to pull me in.

Ep. 05: I make up a thousand excuses just to run into you by chance!

Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being.  She gets shoved around and stepped on, and when she gets mixed among the crowd I don't think she's visible to other people.

That's why that woman hides in her room.  Her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to a bird with a broken wing.  And in that room, she can breathe freely.  She's never dreamed of the world outside, or missed the world out there.  At least until now.

At least until now ...

Ep. 04: Are there no such thing as white lies or kind lies?

"What is your truth?"
 "Tell me honestly."

Whenever someone asks her that, she would always keep her mouth shut.  Truth is something that appears like sweet pieces of candy or chocolate when it's outer wrapping is peeled off. Just like skin is needed to protect the blood and flesh underneath, a lie was needed in order to protect the truth.  Rather than to remain honest and reveal all her wounds, pasting a bright smile on her face and lying felt safer for her.  

Ep. 03: First love is painful and unrequited love is heartbreaking.

People think that happiness is something that's always within their reach.  I wonder how happy they must really be?  That woman always gets nervous when she finds herself to be too happy.

To that woman, happiness is like the blow bubbles we used to play with when we were little.  The moment she touches the bubbles carrying the lights of rainbow around her, they burst.

In front of happiness, that woman gives up before even reaching out her hand.