My name. I should begin with my name. But I dont know that. Not anymore. I dont know. I swear I dont.I didnt lose my memory. Its here, and I use it every sigle day to remember what happened... Im gonna tell you my story, for love only has one, a love story that you might have thought of, but you would never like to live. My love story. My heart is still broken, and I honestly think it would be the same for a long time now.  I loved him. With my soul, my body, all of me could only breath for him. His name. Kim Jongin.... Kim Jongin... ah, why do I love? Why does one love as much as we do? Why do you even trust with your life...  ForewordHello! Im giving it a try to this second story, inspired by one of Maupassants short stories AND the storyline behind f(x)s pink tape. I hope you like it.