When she was eight years old, he tied a blue braided rope to her hand at the playground and said, "Give it back to me next time." She waited for six years before he transferred to her class. He liked her for seven years without telling her. She had liked him for seven years without saying anything.
They made an appointment to meet in the summer and go to Green Lake. She died three days before summer arrived. That day was his birthday. When he arrived, it was her birthday.
This is a story about "almost". They were never really together, but he felt as if he had spent his whole life with her
Concept: There are some "next times" in this world that will never come back, but "remembering" itself is a kind of endless togetherness