Four Thousand Four Hundred Days

“The older I get, the cuter babies look.” When did it start? When did Hyun-woo’s gaze stop reaching me? “I wonder if my kids will be that cute later on.” I didn't give any answer. Hyun-woo and I met at eighteen, and we have been dating until now, at twenty-nine. “If they take after me, they might not be cute.” We are both men. There is no way a child resembling me or Hyun-woo will ever be born to us. At some point, I ceased to exist in Hyun-woo’s future. Eleven years of dating. Before us—no, before Hyun-woo—lay a period of ennui. The time we spent together, or rather, the time I wanted us to spend together. Four thousand four hundred days. * Recommended for: When you are curious about...