Autumn Monsoon

'''I guess it’s possible for middle-aged women. To become best friends of ten years after talking for only ten minutes. For me, the time spent with you—reading a book in silence for ten minutes—felt like ten hours, but I endured it because my mom told me to get along. If I poked my head in to ask what the book was called, you could have at least pretended to show me. "Mom!! I want to go home!" And then why did you stop me? Stop me, indeed. "…Don't go." And so, I spent another ten minutes reading a book with you. That was our first meeting. Now, the one-sided love I’ve dragged out for a sluggish ten years under the excuse of being childhood friends has hit a crisis. "Kang Yeoreum?" ...