“People always fall in love like they did for the first time.
“All past memories and learnings are forgotten.”

"Scenes of Love" is a collection of essays by author Oh Su-young, which contains her thoughts on love and separation.
Rather than indifferently observing failure in a world of love where there are no right answers, it contains traces of inner struggle and wandering to persistently develop.


The author responds that while reflecting on love can sometimes feel pointless and precarious, if attitudes toward love can be learned and developed, then lovers must diligently explore their love.
It also means that we must constantly observe and care for the life of love, hoping that love will no longer be a scene from the past, from regrets of the past to promises for the future to come.
Ultimately, isn't love the product of the sincere trust and strong will of lovers rather than a product of romantic coincidence?

Love leaves a scene.
People may be forgotten, but scenes are not erased.
Scenes linger like shadows, resurrecting indiscriminately and interfering with life.
Vague memories, silenced emotions, faded relationships, but moments that clearly included me at some point, familiar scenes that suddenly appear in a moment of life and call out to me with a small voice.

--- p.6

I believed the past was the graveyard of time.
With a vain gaze, the time I lived faithfully and the time I wasted in vain are all just useless days that will eventually pass away.
Especially, whenever love blindly flared up for a moment and then burned out, emptiness and cynicism expanded their territory, and the grave where all desires and emotions were buried also grew larger over time.
Looking back on the past was a chilling experience, like digging up one's own grave.

--- p.13

You are the one who always arrives before the news, the one who does not disappear even after many years of wear and tear, the days when I open the window to your voice and before I know it, only your back is visible, far away you disperse like waves and I alone sense reality again.
They say there is no time that is not fleeting, but there are moments that never fade away.

--- p.20

Love is a living organism.
There was a time when I believed that once love was born, it would just leisurely walk forward.
But love was only born, it failed to even take its first steps, it started walking but walked in the exact opposite direction, and now, contrary to expectations that it would walk on its own, it limped, and it even had a seizure and died in the middle of nowhere.???
--- p.21

I don't want to analyze love so I don't get hurt by it.
I don't want to watch the great storm of love from afar, arm in arm.
I'd rather be swept away by love.
I want to close my eyes, surrender myself to the swirling storm, and fly freely.
Even if only irreparable ruins are left where love has passed, I.
I want to be consumed, teetering precariously in the center of a storm where I can't even see the speed or direction of love.

--- p.36

There were moments when I longed for love, and there were moments when I was disillusioned with love.
There was an attitude there that I believed was love, but I was nowhere to be found.
While the emotions of love were intertwined, I had already become a completely different person, having lost the peace of everyday life.
The me I knew was nowhere to be found, a clumsy version of myself forced into a form of love that someone had set for me, and a version of myself lost in the midst of countless emotions.
The love that lost me was like Tetris, where the game ended when you tried to fit the wrong block into the gap, and it was out of place in many places.

--- p.38

We, who had been repeating grand declarations and promises of love, realized how vain and foolish it was to guarantee future feelings, and we developed the habit of hesitating to make flimsy confessions of love and promises of the future in the face of new encounters.
There weren't many people willing to wait for a confession that wouldn't come back, and we wasted time repeating our own breakups.

--- p.58

I remember the ripples of the moment when love began.
Two worlds interlock and burst apart, different blocks dislocate and combine, a fundamental and intense attraction that goes beyond anything else.
You are close to the truth without having to prove it, and your image unfolds transparently without having to reveal it.

--- p.76