In-yun

 “There’s a word in Korean, In-Yun, it means fate. But it’s specifically about relationships between people. It’s an In-Yun if two strangers even walk by each other in the streets and their clothes accidentally brush because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives.”

-Nora in Past lives (2023)

The drill is known. Everything happens for a reason. One raison d'etre, enough to culminate curses for a generation. I wonder what the purpose of it all ever was. If the unconditionality of it all went unnoticed the first while, why did I ever believe the second chance encounter would bring me the desired fulfilment. 

The ruminations painted a classic romance, one for the ages, timeless, boundless, ever-lasting love. Amidst fuchsia, even blood appears to be wine. And Dionysus, could never go out of style.

For a moment, even the bitterness sunk me deep into drunkenness. Memoirs in my mind, wiped out by the gush of maroon, bear witness to my devotion. Not once did I waver in my commitment to endearment. But you were the shore, I lay in the trenches.  

Whimsical mirages and glimpses of us were never as cruel as your affirmations of 'hope' were. The emerald stone on my finger mocks the crystal drops in my eyes. What newfound lie do I weave to not let the bridge burn? 

If you are my In-yun, is your oath of being the 8000th layer another sweet nothing or will the gospel ring?

~h.