Learned Simplicity

Once again, I climb the stairs, open the front door, and step inside. A familiar scent greets me.

It’s cozy and pleasant, not quite something I’d call a smell, but it’d be a lie to say it has no scent at all.

Could even the warmth and scent I’m feeling right now be an illusion my brain is conveniently distorting?

Maybe this is nothing more than an ordinary studio apartment, and I’m tricking my own brain by making something special out of Hyunwoo.

Well, whatever. If it feels real to me, I’ll believe in it, so it doesn’t matter.

Call it fanaticism, if you like. Call me irresponsible and selfish.

Is it really such a big problem if I choose to believe in what I can believe?

"...I didn't even finish my iced tea."

After coming back from that dreamlike situation earlier to the home that had become my everyday life, I look around, still unable to quite believe it, and notice the lukewarm drink in my hand.

Come to think of it, I'd just been holding it the whole time, barely taking a few sips here and there...