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Every time I write something about you, I’ve always wondered what you’d think and feel if you knew.

Last night, I was on the verge of sending you my blog’s URL without telling you that it’s mine. Would you realize it was made solely for you?

Would you recognize the small talks we shared? There’s a chance, yes, but I bet, you won’t remember it the way I did. Every moments we shared together, just the two of us or with a couple of others, I have it memorized so I could replay it on my mind over and over again. That’s not enough, though. I have to write it here and tagged your name because I am hoping I can show it to you someday.

This blog.

A Memory of Our Summer

My love at that time was like the fireworks from that summer night sky when I was 16.
It was totally beautiful.
Everything that surrounds me were filled with bright colors. Everything was so dazzling.
I never felt such happiness before.
But just as soon the fireworks end, everything around me went back to darkness.
Like how my love at that time, it was short-lived.
And there was a feeling of emptiness that makes my heart feel even more in pain.

I wonder why something that beautiful was just too painful...

Entry 1: 最後の夏始まる [Beginning of our Last Summer]

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