Love, Almost There

"In 1995, at the station in the airport," a familiar melody began to play softly. Through the window, I caught sight of her at the bus stop. My heart clenched, as if it had suddenly skipped a beat. She was as cool and ethereal as a moonlit fairy. It wasn't until she boarded and quietly sat beside me that I came back to my senses.

Ten Years, Your Backpack, Under the Fuji Mountain: Love Is Destined