When I first met her that summer on the island, I thought she was like ice cream, calm but pleasant.
Would you know then that after so many years, her fate is still entangled with her, getting deeper and deeper into it?
The little girl I met the summer I first came to Thailand looked like a cute puppy.
Would she have known then that she could no longer give the puppy to anyone else?
Intention: Thinking of her makes me feel that fate has treated me well