The Chapter I tell you A story behind The story.

There is a story behind every story. I heard that somewhere before. Let us begin at that story. The one that creeps in shadows of words that have never left my mouth.

We met at an event. 恵 was working. I was there. A picture tells me of our beginnings. That picture was how it happened. Picture that.

After posting the picture on Facebook, someone I got to know commented on it. That was how I got connected. Wonders of the 21^st century.

I looked through her profile for the first time as everyone did.

I listened to her sing for the first time.

That moment changed my life.  That moment. I was getting ready for the day. That day changed my life. Suddenly, she came into it fully. It became an obsession. I played that song over and over and over. I cried to it.

I started talking to her. Nothing much, a “hello” here, a “happy birthday” there. What else does a shy teenager have to say to someone he doesn’t even know. What else could he had said if it would have made a difference?

It became obvious much later, but words said have a tendency to stay in our hearts. Would I have it any other way? I do wonder.

I still listen to that song. It’s been years. Who cares? Do I still cry to it? Who cares when I only wished you did. How I wished you did. Do I still keep that wish? I do wonder.