Summer is our favorite season, where everything seems so beautiful and refreshing. Right now, we're at the peak of the cliff to watch the sunrise together. This is our favorite spot; we always go here every May 18th. You join me as I sit and observe the sun's upper rim as it rises in the morning.

You suddenly handed me a scorpion grass flower.

"Forget me not," you said and beamed.

And there I realized that these flowers were also known as Forget Me Not. I wondered what the flowers were for.

"I gave you that flower to remember my love for you, and it will never fade. Well, they say that when you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts," he uttered, chuckling lightly.

I refuse to accept the flower because I know what you're trying to do. I will always remember your love for me, even without these tiny blooms.

Then I just found myself heading back home while holding the flowers in my hands.

Days turn into weeks, until it reaches years.

You told me you were tired of going back to that white building I used to visit every day. The light in the hallways and the smells that both of us can't forget. After telling me that, you encountered your autumn season and didn't blossom again in the spring.

I found myself in another summer, in the same spot we used to go together, bringing the flower you gave me, but in this summer—I only had myself.

How cruel that you want me to forget the memories we had every summer, but at the same time they're engraved in my heart forever.