listen to this while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZeomtLGCbc ( all credits go to the owner of this video/song i do not own anything)

This is the story of my first love. A first love so dazzling and beautiful, a first love so wild and crazy, a first love that drove me mindlessly sick, a first love like a rare flower. Because I knew I could never have it. Because I knew that, even if he had lived, I could never have had him. A first love, that's so beautiful when it blooms, but will have to wilt away.. A first love like a fever, because i was so mindlessly sick, but now I'm stronger.

This is the story of Kim Taehyung.

It starts in the present, with me cleaning out my attic, the kids were sleeping downstairs. I had tripped and fell on something. It was my old bike. At times like these, these things are deemed insignificant. But i saw something, something that had probably fell, like me. It was an old scrapbook. On the cover was my name, and someone else's name. I couldn't believe it. I opened the book and skimmed through all the pictures, flipping to another picture in awe as the first one ended. 

I was in tears. I couldnt help but remember those times, those times where it was simple, I loved you and you loved me. We knew we couldnt have each other, but we didn't care anyways. I held the book in my hands. It felt as if I was falling in love again. I could almost feel the summer air around me change to autumn. His favorite season. I could see the old bicycle I tripped over burst with colour again. I could feel the light coming through the window touch my cheeks, as if his hand was still on them. I could smell the scent of grass, and see the colourful confetti fall at the field.. I could see him, I could hear his laugh, I could reach out, and he would be there. He wasn't of course, but I could feel him anyways. Of course, how could I forget?

It started to rain. I grabbed my raincoat and ran downstairs, kissed my children and told them I would be back soon. I called my husband, saying to bring the kids out for dinner. Oh, I almost forgot. I ran back upstairs and grabbed the old scrapbook, staring at it. It was as if it never faded away from my memories. In the old attic where everything's colour faded, This scrapbook, is the only thing that remained untouched. It had a special spot in the passenger seat as I drove my way down the road.

I got out of the car with my raincoat on and my umbrella open, I held the scrapbook tightly in my hands. I walked down the dark, muddy path to the building. I entered, closed my umbrella and took off my raincoat. My feet remembered the way even though i haven't been here in ages. Time flies when you live life forgetting about your first love. I see a familiar cube and walk up to it. I place a rose in the cube and hold the scrapbook closer to me. I remember.

"Hi" I said, a slight shaking in my voice.

On the gravestone it said, "Here Lies Kim Tae Hyung, Departed January 1st 2017, I Promised I'd Love You To The Last Minute."