San-san
Dear San-san, It's been years since our last meeting, right? I remember you were angry at me, for a reason I never understand. I remember you didn't want to talk to me, at all, until you graduated from our junior high school. I remember I tried to talk to you, a lot of times. I didn't understand why should you stop talking to me. I remember even when I came to your house with my friends and yours, you didn't talk a bit to me. And finally, a day, I could get you on the phone, and you said you weren't angry, and we're friends again. It was the last time I hear your voice. You know, I liked you. I thought you did too, because my friends told me so. It doesn't matter now, it's just that...it did matter. I was always happy being around you, talking to you, laughing with you. I loved how did you care to me. I was only a little girl, and little girls melt with such things I suppose. The happiness broke when guys in your organization said that our friends...