I think, I’ve been writing a lot, and everything that I write always leads into you. I feel like I fall in love with your memories. That’s why I keep writing all of these things to you. Sometimes, I thought I’ve already moved on and let you go. But then I realize, I’m still in love with you–your memories. I fall in love with every little things you did, every single pictures that you took, every song that you sang. I’m desperately in love with your memories.
“You shouldn’t love too much,” he said.
“Because it will hurt you so much,” I said.
And I really mean every single word I said.