That summer, our story begins. From then on, every summer, we will have stories, happy and sad, crying and laughing. However, we still hold each other's hands and never leave. I'm grateful to him for loving me and protecting me, but I'm even more grateful to my sister—she made me pursue love bravely, and she has always protected me. Our love is different from others, and it is the same as others. I don't love men, I don't love women, I just love him.