prologue
Everything can be shown, everything can be told, everything can be made, but there’s an exemption in everything. There are things that are hard to do, hard to tell, and hard to make.
What is the best way to let someone know how much you love him? Would an “I love you” be good enough? Would hugs and kisses be sufficient? Would love always mean happiness for yourself? Does it always mean you and him? Is love always about happy endings? Is love really has its own world?
What if love brought you to test? What if love became unfair to you? Are you willing to sacrifice your own happiness for the one you love? Are you willing to give him freedom to have a fairytale love story with other?
Could you bear the pain of losing the one you love for the sake of his own happiness?
Love is a battle, a very complicated battle. It’s a chaos where sword and pistols are not required, where pain couldn’t be relieved by medicines and where opponents are mysterious.
Love conquers everything, but sometimes giving up is much better than struggling ALONE.
