“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” Jongin sighed as he jotted down his sentiments on an old-fashioned with ripped edges journal, its pages turning brown due to old age. It has become a habit for this young lad to write every night, with only the lamp on his bedside table, and sometimes the glint of light coming from the moon reflecting on his window pane, as his only companion.

Deer, no, he scratched that and instead wrote the word with its proper spelling - dear. Yes, dear. Not deer.

Dear you, I miss you. There is no single day that  I do not miss you. I no longer love you, that's certain. But maybe I love you.

Jongin's fingers trembled as he continued jotting down. His penmanship getting messier. A silent beep was heard and he saw that the clock has already striked 12 midnight. So he increased his speed and wrote again until he lost his grip on the pen he was holding, dropping it on the waxed wooden floor. Looking at it with tired eyes, Jongin picked up his pen and started writing again.

This will be the last pain that you'll make me suffer, and these are the last verses that I'll write for you.

- K. J. I.