I met him in the summer, and, I thought I flipped.
So, I chose to make a comic book of my memories with him rather than a journal.
After all, images have more magic power to melt hearts than words.
Yes, he already left my life. And I do realized that:
He's not the person I drew about, and there's too much extra artistry involved in my creation.
And yes yes, I do want to delete all the memories.
But, as my part of yearning for love that was killed by him, this comic will always stay here...
