We were very close that year, just an inch apart at the elbow. When I turned my head, I could see your sleeping face. Many years later, you wake up from your secular dream, but there is no longer a girl or boy staring at your sleeping face, reaching out to pick up a book to block the sun for you.
A girl who is new to the world but is willing to be imprisoned in a city for a man.
A gentle young man who can lose his heart for the one he loves.
A young man who has seen all the fireworks in the world but does not know love.
When the three of them gather in a small town, what kind of sparks will they create?
We are all just tiny stars in the world, like dust in the eyes of the people we love most.
The luckiest thing I have ever thought about in my life is that when I love you, you also happen to love me.