I hope you know there is love in me left for you. For some time, I believed I had run out but when I found myself chasing you down at midnight, wishing to be in your company, to tell you that letting you go was one of the worse mistake I’ve made—I started to believe that there was such thing as making new memories with someone else, without having to forget the past..
—  Excerpt from a black leather notebook #4 by Ming D. Liu