"He didn't get to say goodbye that summer, and then he decided to end it by writing a book."
He found an old diary with a girl's name written in it
There is no beginning or end, just a few pages of yellowed paper with some unclear feelings. After reading it, he didn't feel sad or miss it, but something remained - not her, but a period of time that he couldn't even explain.
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This is not a love story
Farewell, it's not goodbye, it's that I can finally think of you, and then continue to move forward.
Purpose: This book is prepared for those who no longer have pain but still remember it - so that they can feel a clear sense of familiarity while reading and confirm that those feelings really existed. They are not stories, but echoes.
