"We once thought that love was a vigorous oath, but later we realized that love is a grain of salt hidden on the edge of a bowl, a wet stain on the ground, and a silence that I can only understand after you turn around."
After his wife left, the husband started writing letters that could never be sent. From the unfulfilled promises at the wedding to the unnoticed contributions in life; from the "green tongue" she loved to eat, to her unfinished scarf; from the half book of poems she left behind, to every stone step she walked - in the triviality and silence, he gradually understood the wife he had neglected, and also saw clearly the time he had been absent from the marriage.
Nine letters are a belated conversation and a long farewell.
About love, about loss, about how to learn to bear in the ruins, about how we finally understand that some people are no longer around, but never leave.
Written for all those who are clumsy in love and grow in loss.
Intention: Some people are no longer around, but they never leave.