We're close, but we seemed to be apart.

Thinking back to that day, surely, that person must also strongly feel my feelings too when she looks back.

I had this memory 3 years before this year. Both of us was still first years. It must have been because of the confession I remembered, the spark wherein I faltered. By just living one's life, sorrow starts to accumulate here and there. Be it the clothes hung out in the sun to dry, the daily rising of the sun. And the sent messages of a mobile phone.

"I still like you. Even now."

So wrote the lady I admired three years ago, until now.

"But, if we were to exchange a thousand letters, our hearts would not even move one centimeter closer together."

For the past year, I have forged forward without any regard. Just to touch what I could not reach, that confession was a definite indicator of that fact. Without understanding the sources from which, this menacing thought surged forth from, I continued studying.

When I last noticed, my heart had become gradually hard from the loss of its youthful vitality.

And, on a certain morning, when at last I came into an earnest realization, that I had lost everything which was beautiful. I knew, I was at most of my limits, and continued to live.

I had a dream. Last week. In that dream, we were yet to turn 14. We were in a vast green grassland covered with dew. The swaying of the trees, the flight of the birds, the formation of clouds that extended far into the distance. A dazzling sight. We walked on a pathway, yet did not leave any footprints. And, like that, "Someday, this dream might become reality, to be together again."

Both of us, without any doubts at all, that's what I thought.