Prologue:

    The moment when I found out I only had few months to live, it was like a piece of thorn was pulled out of my heart; it has that sharp pain. I was trying not to feel sad or anything, but from the way I was being all to myself, I made it noticeable.

    I’d figure that maybe I should spend the rest the month by doing something which I had never done before. Search for the ‘one’. Sounds cliché but that is the last thing I would want to do. I’m only 22 and I guess it’s about time a girl found her true love, right? Ironic. I’ve had boyfriends but I guess because of my stubbornness and my-self proclaim ‘personal complications’, I guess that’s the reason why me relationship never lasted.