“When my time was stolen by Yo Sub, I heard Oh Ri Jin’s voice. She was calling my name desperately. I woke up because of that sound. That was the first time something like that happened. At that time, I suddenly had this thought. That without me knowing, every time my time and memory were taken away… I would like it if someone called me like that. Is it greed? As expected, is it something that can’t happen? Must I keep living like a monster?”

There’s the types of love that I haven’t written about yet, like looking at a newborn baby for the first time or watching the stars with the love of your life after 60 years together. Someday I’ll write about that, but for now I can only draw inspiration from what I’m going through which happens to be those feelings of crazy love and toxic relationships that just crash and burn. To be criticized for that? I think it’s unfair.