"Forgetting is my destiny, and you are my paradox."
He wakes up every day and forgets yesterday, but stubbornly writes on the first page of his diary: Believe in him.
I have repeated our first encounter with him three hundred times. On a park bench with cherry blossoms blooming, he always asked me: "Have we met somewhere?"
Until that day, when he turned to the last page of his diary, my handwriting was clearly visible:
"It's my turn to forget you today. Don't cry, just follow the instructions on the home page - kiss me and I will fall in love with you again."
Intention: Forgetting is also a way to gain new life
