Kang Daesung. Were there any words to describe him? A few came to mind. Sweet. Beautiful. y. . An angel. But no matter how much you thought about him, there couldn’t be a perfect word that could describe him. He was that and a lot of things. He was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was a friend to some, a brother to others, a dependable person in all situations, he had that aura that just made people want to tell them their deepest darkest secrets.

But to me, Kang Daesung was much much more than that. He was my past. He was my smiles and my laughter, shining through my happiness in the best of ways. He was my tears and my cries in my worst moments of agony. He was my one and only support system in the toughest of storms, my saving grace, my guiding light. I have loved him and I have hated him. He has been the only source of my joy, the only source of my pain, but this fact has never changed that my life has always revolved around him. To me, Kang Daesung was my world.