What does it takes to move on? By falling in love with someone else? Or better yet, do people really move on? And how do one be able to tell if he or she had really moved forward? This is a story of a guy, whom he think he understands love and heartbreaks well by observing other people and relying to a very little experience he encounter himself and believes that if he ever fall in love again, he will do everything to make the one he will love happy. Not until he met a girl with a problematic past and unstable present that makes his world go crazy. He's slowly changing her and she's slowly changing him. Will true love be prevalent when both ends meet? Especially when people from the past returned and destroyed everything they have established to believe in?