Where are you now? What are you doing? Is there someone you like? Do you still remember the me you liked when you were 18? Speaking of me, do you still remember that I sat next to you in math class in your sophomore year of high school, and you put my hand into the pocket of your coat and wrapped my cold hand with your warm and broad palm? Do you still remember us sitting in the coffee shop together, waiting for the pattering rain outside to stop? Do you still remember that we watched you at the same table twice in the cinema? Remember, I used to love you very much? Don't leave, okay?