Chapter 1. March 2019
How many years have I loved you? I wondered.
As I laid there, looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but try to recall the pieces of memory that I seemed to have forgotten. Fragments of the past that I knew were somewhere in this head of mine, tucked away deep within my subconsciousness, like a lifeline of wealth locked inside a safe.
I swore it was there because that was the only hope I had left to hold on to. Because no matter how much tears I shed, I just couldn't bring myself to soil that innocent part of us that I had once known.
I thought to remember you when she was still there and the reason why Spring was the season of beginning, and cherry blossoms were pink. But, sadly… time waited for no one. With every turn of the calendar, the memory faded just a little, along with the years and the seasons.
And now we were back to when it had first begun….
I had a choice. To own you or to free you.
