I was watching "Spider-Man" with my girlfriend, and she suddenly asked me in the dark: "What if I really forget you one day?" I said that I would catch up again. She said you think beautifully. I'm serious. The movie was very noisy, her hands were cold, and she ate most of the popcorn. When the show was over, she asked me if what I said counted, and I said it did. She said softly: "Then I will try to like you again." - This is a story about "remembering". It's not about saving the world, but after the show, she still recognized me, stretched out her hand to me and said, "Let's go home."
Concept: The small blessings in daily love and the preciousness of "being remembered"