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Hong used to think love was something you could grow into—like outgrowing old clothes, or old habits.
He didn’t know yet that some loves never really leave.
They just… change shape.
Hong has always believed in love as a story waiting to be written. From childhood crushes to fleeting university romances, he measures each encounter by the depth of emotion it stirs in him. Little did he know, love had a three-act play planned for him, and each act would leave its mark in ways he could never anticipate.
Some loves are meant to be kept, not held onto.
Hong used to think love was something you could grow into—like outgrowing old clothes, or old habits.
He didn’t know yet that some loves never really leave.
They just… change shape.