I spent my days holding on to all the memories I had with her, and created sweet dreams about her every night to comfort myself. Only in the end did I realize that the companionship that spanned life and death was a lie, and the reunion after a long separation was an illusion. From beginning to end, I was the only one trapped in that midsummer, deceiving myself and others.
Intention: Obsession weaves an illusory reunion. No matter how gentle the illusion is, it cannot make up for the regret of separation between life and death. Self-deception cannot exchange for true reconciliation.