Soo-Ja tried to hide all of the emotions that hit her at once. Time had not dulled her feelings for Yul—she still loved him, and felt both petrified and elated that he was there to stay. And not just stay in the city, but at her own hotel! For a moment she didn’t care that he was there with his wife, or that her own husband waited for her inside. Of course they wouldn’t do anything senseless. There would be no action, no doing; but he’d be there. He’d be, and that could be the world. Sometimes it is nice just to see the face of the beloved—the excruciating pain comes later. And she could see him, maybe every day. Fine, she thought, as if she had made a pact with the devil and came out on the losing end—here’s love, but it’s attached to a string and a hook, and if you try to grab it, I will yank it back again and again.
[Samuel Park {1976-2017}, from This Burns My Heart]
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