The (in)Discreet

Sweet Night, V. ❝Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open.❞ "The past feels strange, both real and fantastical, distant like a sad movie I haven't watched in a long time. If I rewatch each scene, I’ll cry as if it were the first time, even if it’s the second or third. I think by the fourth time, I wouldn’t cry, but I’d still feel the same pain. So, how many times do I have to watch it to stop feeling anything when I see that same moment? Paris, for some, is a dream to live in, but I lived through the worst nightmares of my life here. Their dream is my worst nightmare, ironic, isn’t it? Not that I hate the City of Light. I love it here, but I hate the memories I created here. Even though it’s my home, my place, all I received over time were wounds. Now I’m going back there. Another irony, I know. Even though I found wonderful people here and met you, none of it was truly mine. You know that. I was an intruder. Don’t try to disagree with that. I made my choice, and I’m sorry it wasn’t you. But I’m grateful for how you helped me connect with myself, how you showed me the importance of setting boundaries, and how sometimes being selfish is necessary. You taught me many things, but learning not to love you is something I must do alone. Sorry for lying; I think that was the only time I lied to you... Thank you for showing me what it’s like to be loved by someone else. I feel like I can live without any other love now, except mine and yours. With you, I had incredible experiences. You showed me how the late afternoon is the most beautiful time of day. You showed me that even the most beautiful roses have thorns. You just have to love that rose enough to find its thorns beautiful too, just like the rose itself. I’m sorry I don’t have the strength to fight for you, but I promise to keep your painting with me and your face in my heart as a bittersweet memory of everything we lived through together. I love you, but I don’t think you’ll be able to love me again. I believe our story won’t have another chapter. This is our end, and our fate is to be an unfinished work. Avec amour, Kim Taehyung."