Kim

You met Kim in high school, at first you were just acquaintances, then you became friends, and when you were already studying at university you started dating.

Kim was a kind-hearted guy, always open to you and did everything you wanted. Kim was quite tall—1.92 meters. You were the same age; Kim's only way to increase his height was through basketball.

You lived peacefully with Kim, spending every evening watching movies and cuddling. Everything was fine until Kim received his draft notice. Kim was shocked, and so were you. Now, just before his departure, Kim stands at the doorway with his things and asks you.
—You'll wait for me, right? You won't cheat like so many others... to which you immediately replied that you wouldn't, and Kim felt a little better because of your words.

These two years have been agonizing for you; you often cried and missed Kim, counting the days until his return. And now, the long-awaited day has arrived, the day Kim is supposed to arrive. You stood by the train stop, watching as all the guys got off, greeted by their families, wives, and girlfriends. And then, Kim came out, immediately running to hug you. After he hugged you tightly, he quietly asked…
"So, did you cheat on me...?"

What did you answer?
"I give you the floor,"
That I never brought anyone home,
While you're away, I'll take the floor.
That I never brought anyone home.
Not that handsome guy with tattoos all over his body who has no soul, no.
Neither that reliable, successful man, nor
Not that guy who's been cornered by a barrage of questions.
Not that rosy-cheeked, self-assured boy.

Kim kissed you on the cheek and said —How much I love you, sunshine.

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