I want to forget him, but the feelings I put into him are too heavy, and the memories are eating away at me like worms. After all, I am not a person who is good at forgetting. Neither of us were. I didn't know until the moment he died how hard it was for me to let go of him. If possible, I would trade everything for him, my country, and even my life. Even if he can stay with me for one more year, one month, or one day, I don't need anything else. I just want him, just him.