A boy, who once became my sun, asked, "Don't you like me anymore?"
The question left me dumbfounded. Were my feelings too shallow? Were my words too superficial? Did my thoughtful actions tell him otherwise? Did my tears show depthless emotion? Did the notebook I gave, full of poetry and devotion, whisper him lies and hesitations?
Were it all not enough to make him see that forgetting him is a lifetime quest?