My name. I should begin with my name. But I don't know that. Not anymore. I don't know. I swear I don't.

I didn't lose my memory. It's here, and I use it every sigle day to remember what happened... I'm gonna tell you my story, for love only has one, a love story that you might have thought of, but you would never like to live. My love story. 

My heart is still broken, and I honestly think it would be the same for a long time now.  I loved him. With my soul, my body, all of me could only breath for him. His name. Kim Jongin.... Kim Jongin... ah, why do I love? Why does one love as much as we do? Why do you even trust with your life...