Help, I Can See the Romance Progress Bar

We began in the height of summer, and we ended in the height of summer. We missed each other again and again, only to meet again and again. I know that if I had just lowered my head a little, we wouldn't have been left with regrets. But having grown up through hardship, I couldn't bring myself to bow my head. So we kept missing each other, time after time. Perhaps this summer, we won't meet again. You'll find another wonderful girl, and I'll keep my loneliness company as I slowly grow old with the passing years.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.