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{Prologue}

Autumn...

The falling leaves are said to be giving up their places for the new lives of spring.
Their passing may make us lonely, but there will always be new leaves in spring.

The empty place in my heart... probably has the same meaning.

{excerpts from Boys Be...}

{The Chapters}

On a peaceful night, I was browsing upon the contents of my drawer when I stumbled upon my golden book. It is a precious book I have always kept ever since I knew how to write. Flipping over the pages of the last chapter, a wave of reminiscence came upon me. When I was thinking about the whole chapter, a question suddenly struck me, "Was that real? Was the text written on the whole chapter the truth?"

I just wanted to believe... that everything was not a lie. All I wanted was to treasure the memories and keep them precious in the golden book... in my heart.

I put the golden book back to the drawer and hopped to the bed, cuddling inside my cozy comforter. Still, I could not help thinking about it. What if it was not real? What if everything that happened was a lie? A feeling of drowsiness washed over my mind and the soothing smell of chamomile + vanilla bean + orange blossom lulled me into a restful slumber.

I heard someone's gentle voice. The most important thing is not whether it is real or not. But question yourself: Did you put your heart and soul into creating the chapter? Was it real on your part, on your behalf? Did you try your best effort to make it real? Were you honest to your own feelings? You should not worry about anything else... if it was not a lie for you. It is not between you and everything else, it is between you and Him. Be true to yourself and your own feelings, because in the end, you have to be responsible with all the contents of the book in front of Him... when everything has ended.

The rosy-colored dawn arrived, and within minutes, the sun brightly shined upon the bedroom's window. I opened my eyes and smiled to the new day awaiting outside. Right, I should not worry about it. It doesn't matter anymore, now that I can accept everything. They were not lies, those precious memories written on the golden book.

In an instant, I forgot about the whole thing and happily embraced the new day... until I received a letter in the mail that afternoon. It was a continuation of the last chapter. The last paragraph was missing, and it was there in the blue envelope. A voice. A smile. A word. A sentence. A scene passing by. A confirmation. A warm fuzzy feeling. An end to the last chapter. A beginning of a different one.

{dedicated to the contents of my golden book}

{Epilogue}

I think losing something only happens in a second.
Maybe it will end up as nothing, but it will not be forgotten.
It will always be there, deep inside of the heart.
The most precious is right now, this moment, today.
The season that currently belongs to me...
And then another season to start with.

A whole new season will begin.

{excerpts from Boys Be...}