She met him that summer, and the two people who were so different suddenly had an intersection. She saw his obscurity under the myriad lights, and he saw the persistence in the cruelty of her youth. The two of them walked together hot and cold, with half truths and half lies. Is it a coincidence? Is it fate? Or is it intentional or unintentional? Unknowingly, I made love unforgettable and regretful. . . . . .