She is the quietest chair, in the corner of the classroom, silent.
He is a boy who never zips up his school uniform. When he passes by, he always taps on the corner of the table twice - two short and one long.
During the three years of high school, they didn't say anything to each other, and yet it seemed like they had said everything.
The tides have a time difference. Her love was delayed throughout her youth.
Later, they sat in front of the same sea, and neither of them spoke.
But the tide is there.
Not everything missed is meant to be reunited, but some are late, and that's okay.
Concept: Regret is growth - time never gives the right opportunity, but love and reconciliation will eventually come in the tide.