Some people are destined to miss it.
At least that's what she thought that summer.
He was so far away that her back and name were all pieced together by her from other people's comments.
He was very close, so close that at certain moments, she would vaguely feel that he was waiting for her to pass by.
Just encounter it, just stop it, just turn around.
Just missed it.
All stories seem to stop at those two words.
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Many years later.
"The wind never stops, it just changes direction."
He finally understood what the sentence she wrote back then meant.
It turns out the wind never left.
It just took a long way around and blew back again.
