Have I ever told you what you mean to me? I wonder if you knew that you've always been like a fantasy to me.

I wish you could feel the love I've felt. Won't you tell me about the fantasy you experienced-?. I like you so much that I even dream of the day your fantasy becomes reality.

I want you to know. That I still like you so, so much. I want you to be aware of me.

When the seasons begin to change, my feelings will become even more prominent. I will never forget. All those emotions you gave me.

When the fireworks start to burst, when the light begins to brighten the space before us, I want to hold your hand someday, and become something more than just lovers.

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The fireworks crackle and burn, painting pictures in the night sky. The sight of them exploding and brightening is so beautiful that I stare, lost in the view. ... It's pretty.

A street in Japan—no, a bridge. There is a river below, and we are standing on a single bridge. We stand there, leaning on that one bridge for support.

Both you and I are wearing kimonos, and we are both holding candied apples. I've already eaten half of mine, but yours is starting to melt because you're too busy watching the fireworks to eat it.

Hey, it's melting.

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Still, seeing your ecstatic eyes gazing at the fireworks and your face where shadows and light mingle because of the sparks, I couldn't bring myself to say anything more and just left you be with your mouth half-open.

Do you like it that much? I chuckle softly and look at the fireworks with you. It really is beautiful.

I sidle up close to you. You haven't noticed yet, and our shoulders are precariously close to touching. It feels ticklish. I wonder if it's because of you.