[One Sip of a Book] "I Naturally Felt Like 'I Really Love It to Death, to Death'"

Ihwanhee & Jieun 'Listen, This Song Was Made for Us'

Some sentences encapsulate the entire content of the book itself, while others instantly reach the reader's heart, creating a connection with the book. We present excerpts of such meaningful sentences from the book. - Editor's note

This is an essay by publishing editor Lee Ji-eun, who lost her husband last year. It contains her mourning diary, in which she wrote every day at the same time for 100 days after her husband left, along with 6,661 pages of life records he left behind. While deeply reading these writings, the author reflects on his thoughts and dreams by listening to the songs he liked and watching the movies that moved him during his lifetime. She candidly reveals the six years they spent together as friends, lovers, and companions, as well as the six months from his brain tumor diagnosis to his passing.

It was a wonderful time. So much so that I want to boast about it. The moment our hands overlapped, gestures, sounds, and touches blended sweetly into the air. Every breath brought a sugary air that gently brushed my throat. Then, all worlds except for that one person, who caught my slightly shy gaze, would disappear.

[Ji-eun] Anyone who saw you would naturally think, "You really love this to death." Your Facebook, which was always filled with cynical views of the world or various jokes to make others laugh, turned a faint pink after we started dating. Whatever you wrote was like honeyed words, so among my friends, you were called "Hwanhee Butter Chip." One friend even expressed envy, saying, "If you ever break up, please give Hwanhee to me." On the other hand, your friends found your completely changed appearance amusing and teased you, asking, "Did you eat something wrong?"

[Ji-eun] Seeing you scream in pain and cry, I was so shocked that I repeatedly said, "Ah, what should I do? I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and sat down with you, crying together. You were in so much pain that you couldn't even straighten your side properly, and while sniffling tears, you stroked my head and kept repeating, "It's okay, I'm not in pain, it's okay." We comforted each other in the bathroom and cried for a long time.

(Written by Lee Hwan-hee and Lee Ji-eun / Humanitas)

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