That summer, the wind was hot and the sun blazed brightly. The track on the school field was scorching under the blazing sun, yet the reckless boys still sprinted around it. Cicadas sang in waves from the trees on campus, and the sunset during evening study sank in the west as the cicadas bore witness.
I love that summer. It was hot, but it was the grandest summer of my youth.
In 2022, summer will be when she and I, after three years of high school together, walk hand in hand into our wedding ceremony. I may not have a summer like the one in 2018 again, but people grow up, after all. The two girls who were once so young and naive will soon share their lives together until their hair turns white.
Theme: Falling for the person you love, for her.
