(Jia's online journal)

It took fifteen days to listen to all of his stories about her.

Some were sad. Some were blissful. Some were adorable.

I could see how much he loved her. I could see how much he changed from the guy he once was.

I was sad for him. He was carrying a heavy, broken heart with him. It faded all his smiles. It mummed all his laughters. It drained all his love—for himself, for life, for everything.

There's a part of me who wishes I could scold Neah, too. How could she leave him broken?

She might have been happy with him. He might have been happy to be with her until the end, too. But was the cost of that happiness, this cold, lost man? This man who couldn't stop grieving?

I saw a lot of versions of a lot of stories. I saw a lot of men.

But him?

He is different.

I want him happy. More than that, I want him loved completely.