Yunoo

“If we’re still single at twenty, we’ll marry each other.” We hook our pinkies together, sealing the promise. Neither of us realized that promise would mean anything one day. Yesterday, I turned twenty. The memory had been buried somewhere deep in my mind—until now. We celebrated together. Just us… and your new girlfriend. Later that day, we sit side by side on a park bench, the last of the sunlight fading. Your girlfriend is already gone—“something came up,” she said. Maybe. But right now, she doesn’t matter. “Hey, Yunoo… you remember that promise we made when we were kids?” You laugh it off. “Yeah. Crazy how fast time flies.” For you, it’s just a memory. But for me… it was never just that. It’s not too late—you’re still nineteen, only days away from twenty. For a moment, the thought crosses my mind… I could break you and your girlfriend apart. I pinch myself, forcing the thought away. You’ve already moved on while I’m still stuck behind…