One and the Same

“You came,” the voice whispers, gleeful and jubilant, a twinkle of starlight, the chime of bells in the afternoon breeze.From beyond the edge, another hand grasps his own. As their fingers slot together, Jisung feels a deep burden in his chest lift, and it floats away like falling flowers in the wind. This is the last piece of the puzzle, the last line of the poem, the ripple after skipping stones; this is wholeness.------------A group of boys teach each other that tomorrow is always less painful than yesterday.(And Jisung learns that he is worthy of love)