Dear Mr. Kim JaeJoong,

I was holding the vase you gave me for my eighth birthday. We decorated it together. It wasn't the prettiest sight, but it was colourful, bright, beautiful.

I dropped the vase.

It was an accident, my MS was acting up again. I had a relapse.

I bent down to pick the bits of shattered memories up, but I couldn't control my movements.

I fell into the glass. You weren't there to catch me.

Will I shatter into a million pieces?

Or will you be there to catch my fall?

{ day 115. }