Many say I should give up. That I shouldn't wait for you to realize that even if you don't love me, I love you.
As I pick the petals one by one, no matter how many "he loves me" and "he loves me not" I know it'll always end with a broken heart thrown into a pile of petals.
a/n: this will all be in wonpil's point of view and I think it's pretty obvious this entire book will be angsty as heck
