“Bumping into someone on the street, reaching for the same book at the library, or running under someone’s umbrella. I thought that falling in love would be special. I couldn’t imagine, that I’d fall because of something like this. Spring of 1996. My first love began that suddenly.” 

They say that people are born with a red string that they can’t see, tied to their pinky fingers, and the end is tied to the one you’re fated to be with. But the thread is twisted this way and that, making it hard to find the other end.
— Reply1997, Yoon Yoon Jae (via bunniefly30)
Reblogged from METAMORPHOSING!