A Fragile Night

On that pitch-black night, there were hearts crying for each other. They pretended to tell stories to hold back the tears. One felt herself opening up for the first time to another. So did the other, showing the real face behind the mask he often wore all this time.

I thought we would be so different. Your beautiful self with all the privileges, born by splendor, raised by harmony, and living gradually with love. But it turns out that I was deceived by your cheerful laughter every time that you always never hid from anyone. We, you and I, are both fragile.

We were raised from brokenness, forced to endure incompleteness, comforted by imperfections that tried to be ever-present to at least wash away every disappointment and sadness that was closely tied to all the nightmares of our families.

The cold night wind seemed to be our best friend to accompany every story that never stopped coming out of our mouths. The buildings, the houses, the streets, and the city lights that witnessed every background of each of us. We, who are fragile, try to strengthen each other with the remnants of hope and optimism for the future. It’s my good fortune in life to know you, to know that in this world, at least in my neighborhood so far, there is someone as broken as me. I felt safe when we were together.

However, I couldn’t bear to see you hold back the tears that had almost flooded your eyelids when you revealed all the real stories behind your laughter that had been so loose all this time in front of people.

All these cursed histories can never be scraped out from our stories forever. It will form a blemish on every pleasure we will achieve in the future, it will be a blemish on every happiness we carve with our loved ones. This fragility will be a wounded reminder that we humans are very weak even in sharing love with each other.

Wherever you are right now, remember that, we are both able to get through every journey of life that we don’t like at all. I see the strengths behind your foot and back. May God always see our grief and be with us always in the days ahead.

Finally, in every story, we have the same note that :
Me and you, we, are both fragile.

— Written 10 months ago since its release.