“I’d been wondering all this time… whether there’s any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear the same as something that never existed? Now I know. There is a meaning. There was a meaning. It’s right here. I’m so glad I fell in love with you. As time passes, the day will come when everything will fade into memories. But, those miraculous days, when you and I, along with everyone else, searched together for just that one thing, will continue revolving forever.. somewhere deep in my heart… as my bittersweet memory.”
I wonder what I was doing. I was just staring and did not even stretch my hand out. I was scared of the result and couldn’t take a single step forward. I was jealously watcing the paths everyone found with effort. By saying that I was different from everyone else, I was making an excuse for myself. I was afraid of being hurt..