In my troubled youth, you are my special memory. The songs we listened to together, the streets we walked through, the rain we fell in together, and the wind we blew together. I missed you every day, and I put my love for you into writing. Maybe time will make you forget me, then I will let words record our time. If there is another life, I will hold your hand sooner and tell you how much I love you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
