I started this with loneliness. without any hope or wish to be with anyone except my family & close friends. Solitude was my lover & being depress was the happiest I would ever be. It's been 2 long years. I still remember why & how I became this way. It's like a permanent scar etched deep inside my heart which will never heal. Thank God I met YK. No matter how cheesy this sounds, he saved me from that dark abyss & made me realize life isn't so bleak after all. I wouldn't have been able to move on if not for him. I am the broken soul that he took in to love & care for. I am very thankful for that. However, sometimes the loneliness creeps in, leaving me dazed. Those memories will always be a part of me & I'll still be a broken soul. But I'll be stronger, just like a man with broken legs, I'll continue walking & looking forward. I love you, YK. Thank you.