I'm an unknown actor. Not one of the shows I've appeared in has ever been a hit, and even my agent is about to give up on me.
Then a director started to take an interest in me.
He's an incredible director.
His works have all made their mark.
I like him a little. He understands how the world works, but hasn't let it change him. He's carefree and never takes anything seriously, yet everything he has is a success.
He's also quite the player. I'm just one of many. I know I won't, and can't, be the only one for him, but I can't stop myself from getting lost in his sweet talk.
I can't beat him at his own game.
I'm so clueless. In the little time we spend together, I always try to keep him in line, telling him not to drink hard liquor or smoke the kind of cigarettes that leave my throat aching.
He said he got together with me at first because I was good-looking, but now he's tired of me.
There's no doubt that I like him.
But we still went our separate ways.
I can't even call it a breakup, because we were never together to begin with.
We were just caught up in an ambiguous rumor.
That's right,
my long-held unrequited love coming true was nothing more than an insignificant rumor that hadn't even been exposed by the reporters.
If I'd known loving someone would be this hard, I wouldn't have fallen for him.
Theme: Love yourself.
