Daehyun diary.
Last day.

Last page. Last words.

Nothing last forever. Life. Love. Memories. They all be forget. You can say everything, but death erase all. Memories are keep a few times. But past centuries, nobody will remember you. There are 14 persons dead for one alive. However, is there someone remembering the name of your past past past grandfather. No. Or that person is dead. And will be forget when no one on earth had one day know her.

But what is forever ? Is it until the end of time ? Until the world doesn't exist ? Until the sun dissapear ? It isn't important. I don't need be remembered forever. Forever is not mine. Forever is not yours. Forever, I don't even know if it exist.

I don't want a forever. I just want to be remember by the ones I love. I'm not scared of death. I'm not scared of being forgotten. Even if there isn't something after dying, I'll be happy to have shared a lifetime with those fantastic people. Even if past thousand years I'll be just dust running through the world.
If you read this in 10, 100, 1000 years, it will be the same message. Tell the people you love that you love them with everything you are. Enjoy your happy moments and give some to the others. Remember them. Because after it's too late. When you say forever, it's already too late.
Time. Time is a second. Time is a lifetime. Time kill, and can't be killed. It's something humans can't destroy. Time separe people, kill, make cry, make sad, make die, be the reason everybody forget one day. But time also give life, give hope, give love, give smiles. Time is just in our heads.
If you read this last page, you understand why I write that. You know what is time for me. I finally understand what happened. The worst feeling in the world is that. Don't remember. Don't understand.
I could finally write that last page, understand why am I here. It was the last thing I would do. Time was against me. But in reality, I just had to let him tell me what he had to say. Give time a chance to heal the wounds it cut in your lost mind.

Hum, I divagate. It's not what I wanted to explain. Yes, it's my last page. My last words. Please don't blame for what I did. What I was. If I gave you pain. If I gave you hope. I'm weak. I was just an human. An human who would fight against time. An human who didn't know he had not any power.

This diary... I write it since the day I wake up. With my sincere feelings. With all the emotions I had when I related my vague memories. The things I always wanted to tell them, but know it's too late. I can say that I will remember them for eternity, but I know it's wrong. Wrong by my fault. I had to tell them before I go. Before they go.
The persons I most want to read this diary will never open a page. Will never know how much I miss them now. Will never know how much I'm feeling guilty. Will never know how much I want to see them one last time. I know I will never see them again. They gave me all they had, but I only gave them pain and tears. You don't know how much I blame myself. I've hated me so much. For not remembering. For abandon them. For making them cry. For not being here. I mean here with them.


It's just a matter of time... Like it always was.

And oh, I was about to forgot. How silly I am. There is a little thing I have to write before I close this book.

And never open it again.