I still remember the late summer of that year, him that year, everything that happened that year... Everything washed through my thoughts like a tide, making me hide in my own world and tremble.
The first love that ended in college met again on a blind date, but they were good friends of the blind date. Why should he not allow her to go on a blind date? Who abandoned whom first? Isn't it too late to say anything now? Should I choose a blind date or choose him? Should I choose a warm start or should I choose to dwell on the messy past? It's messy, it's messy, everything is messed up.