The wind is blowing against my skin, and I feel like the people beside me felt it too. As I stared up at the sky, hands gently stroked my arms as if I were trembling from the intense cold I was feeling. In just a moment, a man said to me, "Here’s your jacket—take it and put it on." Then heavy rain poured down suddenly, and because of this, my world seemed to stop for a moment. The reason was a mix of joy and amazement at someone who made me feel that there are still people who care about me. But that person who made me feel this way is no longer here. Even now, it’s as if I’m still searching for them. I don’t know if this is admiration, or if I’ve actually fallen deeply for that person—and there’s no one else but my greatest love, or my ex. Maybe it’s because I still haven’t fully healed from our breakup. It’s as if every time I go back to the place where we once met, I still look for them there, quietly observing my surroundings in hopes that they might return and we could bring back our old memories. But since we now each have someone we love again in our lives, the love we once shared has completely faded, and we now only see each other as friends.