I'm a low-level manager, but top stars keep giving me tributes.
I had no money. No house. But I still thought I had something. I had Sora, my girlfriend of seven years. Plenty of people have money. Plenty have houses. But how many people have a girlfriend they’ve been with for seven years? Seven years is a long time. Long enough for excitement to turn into familiarity, and familiarity into habit....
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I had no money. No house. But I still thought I had something. I had Sora, my girlfriend of seven years. Plenty of people have money. Plenty have houses. But how many people have a girlfriend they’ve been with for seven years? Seven years is a long time. Long enough for excitement to turn into familiarity, and familiarity into habit. Sometimes, that habit swells your chest with gratitude. Sora’s a nurse, so she’s busy. We usually grab dinner once or twice a week, and before bed we’d talk on the phone for about thirty minutes. “Hyunjae, you know Nurse Yoo, right? Today she—” and then Sora would chatter on about her day. Falling asleep to her voice made my six-pyeong studio apartment feel a little less lonely. Seven years ago, when I first moved to Seoul and started living alone, I thought t
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