"Do you remember that last autumn, when the leaves were falling out there, and I fell for you?" . . . .    

~***~ Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. ~***~ Sunggyu never knew how to stand straight without Woohyun.

They should've never faught. He should've never said those words. He would take them back now. He would do anything to get Woohyun back.           _______________________________________ I'm dumb.