"It's been 12 days since the breakup. I've gone out with all sorts of men to have fun, eat out, watch movies, drink, and sing karaoke. Any of these guys are more handsome than he is and has more money too. I'm saying this to explain that I'm not someone who can't find a better man. I don't care how good-looking or how rich he is, since I have plenty of men with better qualities around me. All my close friends know this, but I simply cannot accept another man into my heart. Every time I went out with someone else, I would end up crying. I made myself smile. I told myself that 'the most important aspect of being a human is to be happy.' I kept hypnotizing myself with this thought, but in the end I still couldn't hypnotize my heart to believe it. I don't understand it. Since he didn't choose me, why did he give me so many expectations and promises? If he didn't want to have a baby with me, why did he let me pick a name? He even said if his mother didn't approve of our marriage, he would stay in love with me forever and we would get married when we got old. These were the most romantic and sweet words I've ever heard but it turned out to be a lie. I cannot forget any of this. It's impossible to forget, unless I die."