Your Scent, My Sweetness

Na Ru drew an inverted pyramid in her mind, a “parting” that grew wider with each line of empty space from bottom to top... Ji Yi drew an upright pyramid on paper, a “reunion” that filled up more and more with each line from top to bottom... Love: one word, ten strokes. With every stroke I write, I move 1,000 kilometers closer to you; Wait: one word, twelve strokes. With every stroke I write, I wait another month for you. Through spring, summer, fall, and winter, the cycle goes on. I’ll wait for as long as it takes...