There were so many happiness,
though I could only find one of them
after searching an entire life.

During spring two years ago,
we met in a place which seemed like a miracle.

I was happy just being with her.
But, even though she was right in front of me,
the way I couldn't reach my hand out was always irritating.

The person I was,
telling myself that I would never obtain it,
and staying quiet while doing nothing,
always made me angry.

The thing that made me realize this
was her kindness.

The thing which pushed
the cowardly person that I was,
was her strength.

Until now,
I always wondered,
if there was a point to a relationship
which failed.

I wondered if something which disappears
and something that never happened was the same thing.

But...
now I understand
that there was a meaning to it.
Because I met her,
the person I am today
is here now.

The day
that everything will turn into memories
will eventually come.

However,
I will always remember
the priceless time
we spent together.

And now,
I can proudly believe...
that I'm
glad to have met you...