Originally, he was the first man to meet her. They were deeply in love at the beginning, but after going round and round, when he saw her again, it was already too late.
Blame it on fate, and also blame himself for not loving firmly enough.
So, his current thought was that he could help her a little, just a little, without expecting any return from her.
If she is happy, he will be happy.
Sitting on the plane, watching the clouds flying under the blue sky, his thoughts drifted far away.
Lately, those memories have always been brought up and reminisced by him.
Those were simple and beautiful times he experienced with her, very short, but when recalled, always vivid and clear. He could remember every minute of what happened.
The longer the time passed, the clearer those memories became.
It really is a very strange thing.
