Love Essay No. 03 Today, casual speech. It might be the first time.

I was looking forward to the new work of that person I don't even know, drifting in the online sea, and I couldn't wait.
I left a mark on one of their past works and sent a small voice.

An unexpected reply five minutes later.

"Thank you for reading even my past works. I didn't realize there were still people reading them... (lol)"

They laughed at me.

That's right. I'm rereading everything from their early works.
The mark I left earlier was impulsive.
I haven't marked everything, so I don't think they've noticed how much I've been rereading.

Are they in a meeting now? On a break? Or having a late lunch?

The fact that they replied immediately while busy felt special somehow, and it made me happy.
I was elated for the rest of the day, all the way until late at night.


"Oh, a new work. It's finally posted..."

I read it slowly once.
Then once more.

And then, I reread my favorite parts over and over again.

I see. They're on a business trip right now.
Just imagining which city they are in makes my heart race.

It started with
"I was watching the people passing by in the city"
and ended with the words
"I can't sleep."

Me too.
I can't sleep either.
Somehow, a temperature that feels very lonely is being conveyed.
Is it because it's the middle of the night? Because it's raining? Because I'm alone?

I write and erase, erase and rewrite.
I repeated it many times, but my small voice remained with traces of hesitation.
I sent it softly.

"It was a work that left a lingering, mellow aftertaste."

My heart starts to stir again, wondering if that was really okay.
Even though it was the middle of the night when no reply should come, I stared blankly at the screen.


Early the next morning, there was a short reply on the smartphone I had accidentally fallen asleep clutching.

"You understood that part?"

They usually use polite language, but today, it's casual speech.
It might be the first time.

It's just that, but... I feel like I'll be happy again today.

I'm getting more and more... absorbed in this exchange.
I was drowning... in the waves of that person I don't even know.