A Summer Story

I Love You...
你會否聽見嗎　
你會否也像我
秒秒等待遙遠仲夏

Nine years ago today we separated.

Tell me yes or no, was all I asked.

You're going to miss me, I said. I shouldn't have said that. What I really meant was the opposite. But you have to forgive me. I was stupid then. And I missed you lots in those remaining summer days.

You cried. It was difficult for you. They were mean to you.

"I'll wait. I can wait. I know things are difficult for you, but you know I'll be waiting here," what would have happened had I said that?

But I wouldn't have said that. I was stupid then.

One day you'll pick up a book because you might recognize my name on the cover and you start reading a story with a character that resembles you and reminds you of something that happened to you back in your fifteenth summer. You smile to yourself.

It achieves nothing. But at least it gives a story to which we can fall back into.