We met on that tree-lined path. An accidental encounter made us form an indissoluble bond. Perhaps it was the so-called "no acquaintance without fighting";
We fell in love in the most beautiful season. You held my hands and kept repeating the most beautiful vow "hold my hand and grow old together";
We were separated on that midsummer night when the rain was pouring. You held me tightly and repeated "Don't leave me" over and over again, but I finally let go of your hands and broke away from the embrace that made me greedy;
We met again at an intersection full of memories, but I saw you holding her hand and walking past me as if I didn't exist. . . . . .
The years we spent together are still like a passing cloud. Our encounter is destined to be missed.