My Summer Love
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This story is a reminder to the world that Zach and Zaile once happened, even in not the usual type of setting to be in love with-even before each other's faces were revealed, a heart could recognize another heart.
This story is also a reminder to the world that not every love story ends as warm as summer. It could just end on a random day or in a random season.
A love story could exist in each of everyone's lives-sometimes a passing chapter, sometimes it stays for a
lifetime.
But for Zach and Zaile? Just a passing chapter, yet it will stay in her mind for a lifetime-it might be forgotten for a moment, but buried memories will once again resurface amidst the gentle summer, in the game they once played, in someone's taekwondo uniform, in boiling noodles, in a spilled shake, in the intro of the song Say You Won't Let Go, in a perfume she used to wear way back in her Senior High days, and in someone's reminder that he used to say to her.
Maybe, maybe that's the effect of first love-her summer love.
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Am I weird if I wrote this book because I want to find him?
Boyboy, if ever you came across this book even if it's too impossible, this is for you... for us... the past of us.
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