In the hush of a late-summer evening, you return to the town you swore you’d never revisit. The railway crossing still creaks the same way. The hydrangeas by the shrine have long since wilted. And he is standing on the other side of the street, holding an umbrella that isn’t for you anymore.
This is not a story for those seeking a happy ending. This is for the ones who still think about the person they never kissed. The one who got away not because of a fight, but because of a sigh. -ENG- Our Love That Failed to Bloom -RJ01058894-
It is the story of a thousand almosts: the hand you almost held during a meteor shower, the words you almost whispered in a stationary store, the birthday gift you bought and hid in your closet for three years. In the hush of a late-summer evening, you