I would like to write this book to commemorate my youthful love and my confession to her. This book is all my memories. The logic may be a bit confusing, because I can only write what I can think of. I loved her, but I pushed her away with my own hands. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
