5 months later, she was at my door in America, with her hand out to me when I opened the door.
I would send her letters, and she would send letters back. We became close friends, but my parents took a job to America when we were 13, so I had to leave her, both of us in tears and snot. I finally got her name a few months later - Mitsuki. She never gave me her name, but told me a day to always meet her to hold hands and walk or picnic. This song was playing on the radio where we stopped to have ramen together. I had just stepped out of a book store, and a pretty girl the same age shyly held out her hand to me and asked me if I wanted to walk around with her. 23d 15K 295 JK 1 month ago (edited) I remember growing up in Japan when I was 10.
