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.

Ep. 02: Leave me alone, please!

That woman's mouth is like a broken faucet in a mountain village.  Not a single drop comes out when it's needed, but it's like a faulty faucet that only works in the silence of the night.  All the words that she wasn't able to say at that moment comes pouring out after the moment passes.

"Next time, I'll make sure to respond like this,"
"This is how I'm going to retort to the comments,"
This, she always vows to herself.

That woman always speaks the most impressive lines when she's alone in her room.

Ep. 01: I steal peeks at him everyday.

How timid and delicate unrequited love is?  Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it's a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit.  Even though I'm the one who started it without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day, it's a love that ends in vain without it ever having a purpose.

Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers.
A love that can never bear fruit ... like a seed left forgotten.

That is unrequited love.

Wonderland.