"You haven't changed at all." Hayoon shook her head and muttered softly. She thought about what that meant, not understanding the significance of the words. It had been 7 years. The time they spent dating. And it had been 5 years since they broke up. You haven't changed. It was hard to gauge whether that statement was positive or negative. Still, they had shared time together, so did you, like me, briefly indulge in memories? Or did it mean that nothing had changed since the moment we decided to part ways? It could have just been nothing. As always, Hayoon's eyes were calm. Unlike me, who couldn't even manage my expressions as a detective, she showed no signs of wavering. Was 5 years enough time for Hayoon? Perhaps it was. For someone, it could have been a very long time, so it made sense. I had no right to feel disappointed. How pathetic, really. I let out a small sigh. I realized that these interpretations of meaning were just clinging to my lingering feelings. If there was one thing I would inevitably regret in my life, it was that it was Hayoon. First love. Ex-girlfriend. She was someone who couldn't be described by just those words. The word love always brought back memories of Hayoon. Hayoon and love, the two felt like they had been one from the very beginning. No matter how much time passed, it never changed. Even as more time passed, it felt like it wouldn't change. It had once been natural, at times it felt burdensome, and at some point... at some point, I began to miss her.