That summer (Short story #2)

Ueda, Nagano (via Instagram @phammyan)

We may have forgotten a lot, but we also remember a lot, thankfully. The crowd in Akihabara Station. The summer was shared. The stories were told. The emotions were felt. The hand was touched. The portrait was given. The important one was missed.  

We may not remember some of it. We may forget some of it in a few months. But if we enjoyed every single moment, it will all have been worth it.

I may not remember all of the summers I have been through. We may not have any photos together. But I will remember you. From the bottom of my heart.

For a summer day in 2019.

Tokyo,

20200804.