That summer, when we were eighteen, was literally like a dream. Thanks to you, who welcomed me more warmly than anyone when I transferred, we were able to get close quickly. We skipped night classes together, walked around the neighborhood together, and days spent just the two of us continued.

I can boldly say that the day I started dating you was the happiest day of my life. You were the first person to show me what youth is and what love is.

Perhaps because we met in the summer, our breakup came the following winter. It was just an ordinary winter day. You called me, and you...