That memory erasure operation was the first funeral I held for him.
However, making this decision was the price I paid for curing my depression.
When my pen tip always draws the same outline late at night. When I started writing about the male protagonist named "Statement", a text message came to me as promised:
"He's afraid of thunder, not you."
"The locust tree is in the southeast corner."
"The third line of the poem you gave him is 'alarmed the sleeping cicada'."
The body is more honest than memory - I am still used to adding honey to lemon tea, which was a habit you stubbornly asked me to develop; when the plots of my novels always coincide with reality surprisingly, it seems as if there is an invisible hand writing the truth through me.
But everyone told me to stop. The stories I write are getting clearer and clearer. When I finally piece together the truth about you, how can I be willing to stop there——
On the day when the novel won the award, I stood on the podium and said: "This book is written for a person who I forgot and found again."
Intention: Even if the memory will be blurred, love and truth will eventually be reborn in words