[I wrote this when I was in middle school. It's extremely old, so don't read it. I didn't want to leave a dead tree, so I've locked the chapters.]
Life is like a dream. How many moments of joy do we get?
All the love and hatred of years gone by have, in the end, become nothing but a dream.
All I ever wanted was to hold your hand and grow old by your side.
Theme: Love can overcome anything
