Summer 2014,

Slowly, i allow my finger to wrap a thin sharp pen, scratch the top of it on a piece of clean paper. For unknown reason, i let myself to write this letter. To whom i aim this? I don’t even know. Maybe i write this because i just want to keep this, the story you’ll read later, memories alive. To be a reminder that my life is wonderful.

No, this is not about me. This is about him, about him came into my life and change it.