When I was alone in my bed, I started thinking.
Life is like weight training.
Schoolwork and jobs were also like that. With each experience we accumulated, we could carry a heavier load on our back and we could achieve a higher level as a result. But at the same time, the higher your level, the more difficult it was to retrace your steps back. It might be easier to understand if I use this example. It was more difficult to quit a company that you’ve worked for 20 years compared to 3 years.
But then, what was the correlation between this with love?
Love was a free thing, a romantic feeling that came all of a sudden. And basically speaking, age was irrelevant in love. Love always felt so fresh and moreover, no two encounters or farewell were the same.
Although with each passing experience we became less inclined to hurt ourselves or others, the fact still stood that we still fell in love because we selfishly believed we were getting better at it.
Sure enough, I still didn’t know if this feeling could be defined as love either. Even though I was already this old, I still didn’t know the answer to that.
T/N: So short! But anyway, it seems our MC is still confused with his feelings.