Summer Snow ~First Love~ (DROPPED)

Going Back

I'm already 25 years old. Working part-time in a music store, I joined an amateur orchestra and sometime perform at concerts. Just as I predicted, reality was harsh. There aren't many people who want to learn the tuba, so I teach piano as well. My mother forced me to learn it, but it turned out quite useful instead.

I practiced it regularly during my years in college as well. It's all thanks to Rosalinda if I arrived this far without giving up on music.

Rosalinda, troubled by her pursuit of her own dream.

I wonder what dream she found for herself. Even a small dream is good. I wish she will find a dream that will give her happiness. I want her to find her dream... without being buried by reality, without being sunk by the words "I'm busy". I can keep on going just thinking about her.

The girl who supported me and practiced with me during my high school days.

Honestly, I already forgot the girl I frequented in college. By the course of time, I should have forgotten Rosalinda first. Yet.. I wonder why only Rosalinda's memories remain so vivid.

The girl who happily smiled with my family.

The girl who cried at the bus stop.

Our practices together, her smiling next to me.

The feeling of her lips when I kissed her on that snowy day.

It'd be easier if I could forget her, yet my memory stubbornly retains those memories.

The invitation to the brass band graduates reunion I always skip.. I received it this year as well. If I went there, I might be able to meet her. What will she think after meeting me now that I lost that youth purity? If she knew I still use her pillow on those nights I feel depressed, knocked out by reality.. She'd probably laugh.

Memories should remain memories.

Should I continue living keeping the memory of that kiss closed in a glass case? If I could be granted one wish in my whole life, I'd wish to revive that day.

I want to meet Rosalinda...

That's what I really think. It would have been so easy if I just used my phone, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it. She'd probably be surprised by knowing that I kept her memories so vivid just with that single kiss. More importantly, there are high chances she has a new boyfriend or even got married. I cut all the connections with my classmates, so I'm out of the loop.

With those thoughts on my mind, I got on the train to attend that reunion.

Leaving the dirty LA.. In a moment, the scenery changes and is full of green. In a moment, the scenery changes and is full of green. After a short distance, the scenery changes so drastically.

Rosalinda and I probably changed just as much during these years. Still I want to touch those warms hands once more.

Christmas this year... It falls two days right after the reunion. It'll be impossible to perform together.. but at least, it'd be great if we could listen together to that song.

25 years old Rosalinda, I can't even imagine her. But I'm sure she's still gorgeous and has her beautiful eyes.

My youth. My everything. I want to meet again that beloved person...

The train that is bringing me home with intense speed, travelling back in time. The familiar scenery revives in me through my old memories.

My phone vibrates. An unknown number; I open it thinking it would be spam message.

"William, are you coming to the reunion? I want to meet you.. -Rosalinda" it read.

"..." The memories that should have been locked, is reviving within me like surging waves. I'm crying in the train similarly to when I parted with her. A men in his twenty crying in a train; must be a comical scene.

Squeezing the phone in my hands, I waited for the train to reach the station of Sand Diego.

My reply was short. "Of course I will. I want to meet you too.. Let's hear "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence" together... -William."

If Rosalinda agrees, I want to listen to that song every year with her. Embracing the memory of us purely laughing together, I step toward the next stop to the future..