It is the story of a thousand almosts: the hand you almost held during a meteor shower, the words you almost whispered in a stationary store, the birthday gift you bought and hid in your closet for three years.
is not a story of dramatic heartbreak or betrayal. It is quieter than that. More aching. -ENG- Our Love That Failed to Bloom -RJ01058894-
In the hush of a late-summer evening, you return to the town you swore you’d never revisit. The railway crossing still creaks the same way. The hydrangeas by the shrine have long since wilted. And he is standing on the other side of the street, holding an umbrella that isn’t for you anymore. It is the story of a thousand almosts: