S T A R T  O F  B A E K H Y U N ' S  P O V

Call me a jerk or whatsoever but any woman whom I might fall for, I believe, would always be second best – cause my daughter would always own the first spot. 

Am I a sinner in this romantic world if I say that? Some guys, most of them actually, have the capability to revolve their worlds around their women putting them as their top priority, as their future, their forever . . . It's a beautiful thing,  I would not deny. Such reassurance would always make any girl swoon; would always make them stay.

But there is no way I can do that. . . because my daughter already owns my world and nothing can change that even how much love I give to that certain someone. 

But it doesn't mean I love lesser than any other guys. I adore love. Everything I do, I do with love. I believe I never failed to show that to those women I've dated in the past. . . but the moment they find out about the package deal, showing anything would already be a waste of time. 

That title, boyfriend-material, pops like a bubble. The most important fact about me–my daughter–always shoos women away. It's very depressing but I would never prioritize my own happiness before my child's. 

I only want to find that one person who would accept me as I am – a father, a single father to be exact.  

If my heart was a gun, my daughter definitely holds the trigger. . .

Can I actually find such woman?