•My Dear V•

-A Memory Book-

I was silently sitting in front of the study table. It's been two and a half hours, and all I do is keep daydreaming with a pair of earbuds plugged into an old silver iPod that's no longer working.

Thankfully it still works fine.

It was pouring rain outside Seoul, luckily I turned on the volume loud enough to drown out the noisy rain.

I'll be loving you (forever) by New Kids on The Block, softly playing. Accompanying my night that feels gray.

Old song, 80's.

While the song was playing, I stared at a thick ring note that lay on the study table every day.

A memory book, but not a diary. The book with the title "My Dear V" which I wrote myself with colorful markers.

My book during high school, an interesting little note about me and a boy who has the most beautiful smile.

As I flipped through the pages, I chuckled. Laughing because he remembered himself, a strange and fun man in his own way.

There are lots of photos in it, photos of him, and the occasional photo of the two of us that I made into a sheet for fun. Then remember it, and I always open it every time it rains.

Now, I will tell you who this man is. Nostalgia a little bit may not matter, I do not intend to forget it at all.

Even though it hurts...