Summer Sunshine (GD)

Perhaps that wrong time could also be called the right time. When we first met, we were strangers. We simply enjoyed those first beautiful days that summer, and a flower of love blossomed. Thinking we would never meet again, I loved you with all my might. When we met again, I was glad you no longer remembered me, or perhaps I hated it, because you had forgotten me in a corner of the world. The closest distance in the world is being in your heart, while the farthest is being someone you have long forgotten… P.S. This story is fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. P.S. This story is dedicated to you, who have dreams and still look forward to love. Theme: