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.
But, as my part of yearning for love that was killed by him, this comic will always stay here...
