“To Love is to Destroy, And that To Be Loved Is To Be Destroyed” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones Foreword “Dad, can you tell me how you met your first love?” My son asked again with his bright innocent eyes. The world hasn’t tainted his heart, yet. How I wish it would always stay that way. Hey Ji, Can I tell you a wonderful thing?  “You’ve been asking me to tell you that story a million times already. Aren’t you tired of it yet?” He shook his head and had that pleading look in his eyes, and I knew that I won’t win from my son. “Dad, when I grow up, I also want to have that kind of story. I don’t know what to fall in love really means now, but one day, I will.” I sighed and pretended to think about it, he started to jump on his bed. “Please Daaaaaad. Please. Please. Please. I promise I won’t be naughty.” Son, I’m only telling you this, because life . . . life can do terrible things. "Alright . . . I met my first love on a grocery store."