Symphony of Forgetting

Cicadas sing through the height of summer, their calls mingling with the evening breeze across campus. Her gaze always drifts, almost without thinking, toward the same person.

A hurried glance across the classroom during break, quickly averted; a heart suddenly racing as they brush past each other; secret thoughts tucked into a workbook; tenderness lingering in their eyes, all hidden away in corners no one knows about.

The feelings of youth are subtle and restrained, joy carefully kept inside. Countless times they draw close on purpose, then pretend to keep their distance.

As the years quietly pass, the affection and care hidden in the little things compose a long, tender melody. Their youthful heartbeats stay buried deep inside, never fading with the passing years.