I wanted to write this story countless times and give you and me a different ending, but I felt bad every time. I kept writing and scrapping it. I had planned to give up this obsession completely, but yesterday I dreamed that I was back in 2015, back to the days when you stood at the window and I stood behind you. After I woke up, I lay in bed and thought about it for a long time, and decided to use this clichéd opening to walk towards you in this story and weave a dream that should stay in 2015 forever.
Intention: The impossible story between me and him.