It’s been so many years since then.
Our conversations are much slower –
unabashedly wistful, subtly apologetic.
Now, we are much simpler; not as eager to be appropriate.
We’re no longer waiting on the other with an air of expectancy; but instead, we find a peculiar sense of consolation within our shared reminiscences.
It feels so warm.
We are sentimental, but relaxed. Our uncertainties remain, but there may be complacency there in the vagueness -- we simply speak what we think and earnestly hope the words will impart. If and when they do, we smile without inhibitions.
Time’s passed, and it’s the first time in so many years
that love (or perhaps, life) feels gentle. We feel at peace.
You’ve never been more beautiful
than what your smile reflects now.
참 따뜻하고 찬란했던
우리의 첫 사랑.