Melancholy.

"It's been so long."

It really was. Just like before, the wind was steady, I was facing her. It kept bringing a memory I still dream about, I wanted to ask you about something back then.

Even if that moment became vague to you, it didn't to me. I still think about you everyday. Do you feel the same way? Do you still eat pastries? I wanted to know everything about you ever since we parted ways.

Even if it's useless, I hope you still feel the same.