A secret diary
I was a girl who loved writing secret diary.
A secret diary, no.01, 2025, photography by H
In the town where I grew up, cherry blossom trees bloomed in full every year when the warm breeze began to blow. Petals would fall like snowflakes. I always tried to catch the falling petals. I didn’t really believe in the story that catching a falling petal would make love come true, but it felt like something I just had to do. Looking back, my girlhood in Korea seems to have been quite romantic.
At the time, I thought keeping secrets somewhere and writing down my emotions was just part of my daily routine. My secret diary had a small lock and key, and I always made sure to lock it again after writing in it. Now I realize that my “secret” diary was too obvious to really be a secret. Every night, I would tune the radio and listen as I poured my feelings onto paper, finding comfort and gratitude in those quiet moments.
Even after so much time has passed, it feels like the moments I stayed in back then are still connected to yesterday and today. The times when I thought of someone, missed them, felt pain, or happiness come to mind like scattered scenes from a broken film.
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