It's been a long time, and some choices and abandonments have been lost in the past. Although it is random, I am very lucky and the choices I have made have allowed me to have the peaceful and beautiful life I have now. As for giving up other than choosing, I didn't think much about it. It just left scars and thick scabs. Why did he suddenly hit me and reveal it so hard? The feeling of sucking it out lingered in my mind, and I suddenly wanted to write down the stories about the choices and abandonment during that time.
It took two years to write, but what these words describe is not saliva but taste.