When we like someone, what do we like?
I admit, I imagine you more than I love you.
However, what happened in the past all really existed. Those things that moved me and never forget them are the source of my imagination about you.
My imagination of you comes from love.
No matter how weak it is, it should not be denied.
Can I see you again?
I only need a few minutes.
Intention: Ordinary youthful past