“Why do you look so pretty these days?”
My friend’s bright and glowing face gave off a charming vibe. Her skin, once pale with patchy foundation, now looked naturally radiant. Her messy bedhead had turned into soft, shiny waves that glowed like sunlight on water. Her forced, awkward smile had changed into a sweet, cherry-like grin below rosy cheeks. Something was definitely going on.
I’m not the kind of person who asks about other people’s private lives, so even though I was curious, I held it in and just watched. Her light and graceful movements gave off such energy, as if happiness was sparkling all around her.
“You’re seeing someone, aren’t you?”
She burst out laughing in a high-pitched voice. My guess must have been right.
“My biggest mistake in life was getting married, and the best thing I ever did was getting divorced. And now, I finally met my dream man! I never thought it would happen so late in life.”
“No wonder you’re glowing. I’m happy for you.”
It’s amazing that we can still fall in love at our age. Love really is powerful. It lets you see and feel things you couldn’t before. It lifts you out of your emotional slump. Without even trying, you start thinking less about yourself and more about the other person. It gives you the courage to sacrifice.
“My fiancé says even though we met late, we’ll live happily together until we’re 96.”
Why 96? Probably her current age plus 40 more years. People around us frowned at her joyful shout, but we chatted like teenage girls, full of excitement.
Why do I feel like I’m in love too, just from hearing her romantic story? Maybe because I’ve always loved experiencing love through others. Since I was young, I’ve had a habit of enjoying other people’s romances as if they were my own.
I remember one spring day when I was 23, when cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I got so excited listening to another friend’s love story that I convinced her to hop on a train to Jinhae.
Her boyfriend was a naval officer stationed at the Jinhae Navy Base. I remember us standing awkwardly at the front gate of the Naval Academy, pushing each other forward, feeling shy from all the soldiers’ eyes. The next memories are blurry, but one thing is clear: that night, under the dark sky lit up with glowing cherry blossoms, I saw a couple leaning close, sharing a moment of love—and there I was, a little ways off, watching them with my heart fluttering.
My friend says her best decision was getting a divorce, but I think the even better one was choosing not to stay lonely. Instead, she found her dream partner, fell in love, and started a happy new life.
She’s the one in love—but why is my heart beating so fast?