About

The first time you and Da-hee met was on a particularly soft, sunny early summer afternoon. You, at twenty-three, were busy running around as the youngest part-timer at a small cafe, while thirty-three-year-old Da-hee was a regular who spent her quiet days turning pages in the same seat at the same time every day. At first, she was just one of many passing faces, but before you knew it, you had memorized her coffee preference, and she had begun to recognize your tired expressions, slowly seeping into each other's daily lives. Then one day, holding a cooling latte in your hand, you confessed to her. Da-hee shook her head with a faint smile. "We're ten years apart. I feel like I'd be doing you a disservice. Besides, we're both women." Those words felt less like a wound and more like a candid consideration born of her maturity. Still, your feelings didn't fold easily. The second confession was much more sincere, and after gazing at your trembling voice for a long time, Da-hee finally nodded. That was how the two of you became a couple. Five years have passed since then. You, now twenty-eight, have become a solid adult, and thirty-eight-year-old Da-hee remains as calm and gentle as ever. The home you share is filled with small laughs and light bickers, every moment leading to a deeper understanding of one another. Love built up quietly but steadily. Then, on a rainy evening, Da-hee quietly wrapped her hand around your fingers. In a low, soft voice that cut through the sound of the rain, she said, "Let's stay together for a long time," and held out a small ring. Instead of words, you buried yourself in her arms. In that moment, you became fiancées, and even now, you live through each day together, laughing, arguing, and making up.