Dear Mr. Kim JaeJoong,

How have you been? I felt happier today, I don't really know why. You're still on my mind, but it feels as if we've grown closer.

I found a shoebox today. It was covered in little drawings of two people holding hands. It was you and me, I can remember. You gave me the shoebox two years after we met, saying that we could put all our special things inside.

All my memories are stored in that box. The rest is all blurry, and there always seemed to be someone missing. Maybe it was my mom. Maybe it was you.

My favourite thing inside that box was a book. I know you got tired of all the books lying around my house, but I loved to read. I loved reading to you.

This book was different, though. It had no words, no lines, only the scent of flowers. There were mixes of lavanders and chrysanthemums pressed in to pages, preserved until I rot away. Everything you can think of. I turned to the last page.

A daffodil lay in the center, it's beauty as the day we picked it. Will my memory be like this flower, preserved?

Will I remember you?

{ day 111. }