In the bloom of youth, I met a boy who made the years gentler and my youth unforgettable. Beautiful sunsets always appeared during those sweltering evening study sessions. On yellowed pages, we wrote of youthful recklessness. My flushed cheeks spoke not only of the thrill of dusk, but also of a grand secret crush I couldn't put into words...
The breeze called heart-fluttering love blew all summer. The gardenias on campus bloomed and withered, and he became more than just the boy who had dazzled me that summer...
That beam of light... that dream...
That boy who once belonged only to me...
