"I have a big wound inside my heart, but I've never tried to heal it".

"Why? ... I don't know. I do not want to try, I think I want to be a victim of myself and never accept the fact that I was the one who didn't allow that someone would love me..."

CHAPTER 1

A very long time ... about 4 years, I was madly in love with a girl, her name was Asumiko.

After graduating from university I went to work in the company of my uncle, the chairman Suzuki Eika, but despite that "advantage" I started in the company from a low position, the general affairs section, where I met her.

We both worked in the same area. At that time, I was very naive and young ... I believed that true love existed, and so, from that illusion, we both noticed that we had many things in common and ... "we fell in love".

We started dating, although our appointments were not the great thing ... we always "loved each other".

At the time when I felt sure of our relationship, I gathered the courage to propose to her. That was the best day of my life ... however now it has become an unhappy and painful... memory.

That night after work, the street lights were amazing; we walked hand in hand on the usual road. With one hand attached to hers and another hidden in my pocket ... where I held a small pink box ... I waited for the right moment. I was not sure what would be the appropriate time, until the fireworks of a nearby festival were heard ... I took that opportunity to kiss her and tell her...

—"My love, I love you" —At the same time taking out the small box and opening it ... the words that I practiced for two weeks finally came out —"Do you want to be ..... my wife?".

.... I was so naive.... Seeing her expression I already knew the answer.... Why was I so stupid?

With a big smile she said —"Sure, I love you"—I was so happy back then...