MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR
“Honey can love other people, but no one can replace you, no one can replace her father.”
I put on my hand over my mouth as I leaned toward sobbing loudly, I rested my forehead on the steering wheel, the phone still glued to my ear.
“I love you Jeonghan. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” I cried. “I have to let you go, I have to move on. This is me trying really fucking hard to tell you goodbye.”
I set the phone down on the seat beside me, let everything poured out that needed to.
When it’s over, when my throat was hoarse and my eyes puffy and my soul worn, but feeling lighter, I backed out of the parking space.