Willingly Yours: Prologue

“Moments became fragments of days and weeks that I just couldn’t remember anymore. This is how I’ve been conditioned to view how the rest of my life

would look. I would wake up in my bed, dreading another day and wishing for it to be over already so I could go back to sleep. There are times when I can’t even

remember what day of the week it is or it would take me a while to collect my thoughts on a simple topic like “How are you doing?” Recently, I’ve just been

shrugging it off with a “Neh..” in order to be courteous and at least reply. But to be honest, nothing comes to my head when people ask as to how I’m doing. It’s just– nothingness.

Home.

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School.

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Work.

I-I think I just turned 20 … yesterday.. ? Or was that a week ago??

Most of my time is spent the same way as I would wait for another paycheck to be deposited. It didn’t matter what I had to do. All that mattered was that it got done and another day was over.”

This is me only 3 years from now.
I can recall that the only interesting parts of my day were when I’d listen to music and watch AKBingo. I’d go through all their music videos, read the latest news on them, and watch their variety shows.

Have you heard of AKB48?

I was an average fan, all things considered. But to me it was enough to help me go throughout each day with a smile on my face. I would wonder if things had

gone differently that day, if I had made a different choice, would my world pictured for 3 years from now be any different… ?
Anybody can dream, and for me, I can at least write about it. Things about that day when I was 17.. the day I woke up as a guy, fell in love, and met AKB48.