We were made of quick lines that only grew at the tip of our tongues. Built of two broken halves that did not part equally, among other things. Things like rattling bones, shivering hearts and trembling hands. We found warmth beneath blankets that did not belong to us and backseats in December nights. Made up of the fifth day and soju talks.

Built of unsaid I love yous because love is hard for both of us and maybe it wasn't even that. We were two candles that couldn't keep a flame and now realizing that all we made was a bigger mess.