When I thought about what I wanted to say about my Jonghyun story, what mostly came to mind was pain. My story disgusted me, I couldn’t listen to anything Shinee related for weeks and every bit of memorabilia I had was hard to look at it. It was hard to see him on Tumblr, social media and YouTube and have to remind myself that these images would be the only ones I would ever see again, that there would be no way to capture who he might have been in the future or to see the greatness that he had yet to complete. But Jjong did not leave us empty, he gave us so much wonder in his music, so much understanding in his lyrics. He spoke to every broken person, to any one who had ever experienced pain and depression and tried to fill us with hope even when he was drowning. I cry even now as I write this but still there was no one like him. Had I known that the reason I had always felt a connection to him was because we experienced the same belief that life would be much easier if it was all over, that we wouldn’t be missed, then I would’ve been on that first plane to Korea, as I’m sure most of us would have. But I want to honor his life, respect his choices and love him no matter if he’s no longer here with us. Because in the end he’s left a piece of himself with us all, he lives on through his music, and each new person that hears all that he accomplished in such a short life will realize his brilliance. So with that being said, I give you all the continuing chapters of Jonghyun’s Base. We’ll go on this last voyage together and in my own way at least, put our boy to rest. 

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