Kim Jaejoong only fell in love three times in his life. Nevertheless, he had no explanation for what happened when he fell in love. 

He felt like his heart knew who he was talking to. As if he was reading an old story that repeats again and again in his memory. Dejavu they call it.

So he began to believe in reincarnation. Maybe it was the best way to understand what was happening around him; and the familiar feeling that came over him when love was near.

Kim Jaejoong only felt in love three times in his life. 

The first time he was very small even to know what love was, but not to feel it. His little hands had held the object as the greatest treasure and his little tootsies wanted to run after that love to not lose it, but his innocent fears didn't let him. 

The second time he was too young to differentiate between attraction and love. Infatuation. There was no other way to describe it. 

By the third time, he already knew the exact word to indicate what he felt. Love at first sight. It was women's stuff but it was how he felt. He couldn't help it. He couldn't justify it. Neither wanted to.

Kim Jaejoong only felt in love three times in his life. And what was wrong with that? Love after all was just that, love.