been busy thesedays,

dunno why-_-;

 

just many assignments, resumes which makes me feel stressful, and other things in life--;;

what I have to do?

what I wanna do?

have no idea!-_-;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Aoi,

Forgive me for writing out of the blue.
This will probably be the first and the last long letter I write you.

 

I'm at the apartment in Tokyo.
I ran away from Florence.

Yes, I ran away.

I came back to Japan.
I went to Shimokitazawa today. The place where I first met you.

That's how we met. In that shop, in that town.

 

Just a quick passing, no words exchanged.
Why do I remember it so vividly?

.............

 

 

When I saw you the next time,
you looked a little wary.
But I was a regular visitor to the museum.

I already knew they'd hired a new receptionist.
She was part-time.
She went to my almamater, but a different discipline.

One more thing.
I found out that she wasalways alone.

And I knew it.
The kind who doesn't mind being by herself.
I thought you were a very strong person.

But the realitywas quite different.
You were lonely, craving for company.
At the same time,so stubborn and unyielding.

 

What could I do?

 

At the time, we were both only nineteen.
We were so young and immature.
But I wonder why we had to be so nervous.

 

The first phone call from you.
Our first date.
The coffee shop where we met.
The first film we saw.

 

If I found music or a book I liked,I told you before anyone else.
We talked about so many things.You told me about your childhood.
Your father was Japanese.That's why you have a apanese name, Aoi.
But he died when you were young.After your mother remarried,
you found it hard adjusting to a new family.

You'd been alone for a long time.
And thenyou came to Japan to study.

Looking for a place to belong to,
you said.

.............

 

That first time you came to my place,
I couldn't sleep all night thinking about you.

 

All that we shared back then remains unchanged.
That's what I believed.

 

But the coffee shop we used to meet at
was torn down and replaced by a new building.

The secondhand record shop
is no longer there, either.
They moved to another town.

 

Do you still remember?
The courtyard at the university
where we used to hang around?
The cello player who practiced there?
Always playing the same piece.
Always getting stuck at the same point.

We used to giggle at his squeaky efforts.
We really did.

He was playing when

we kissed for the first time.

 

Darling Aoi...

 

Now I've forgotten how the tune goes.
Incoherent bits of old episodes.
Yes, it's just some old story from the past.

 

Thank you for reading this.

 

I'm embarrassed at how childish I was when I saw you in Milan.

Now I'm ashamed of it.

Forgive me.

 

Please give my best regards to Marve.
Please take care of yourself.

At last...

...I'm glad you're happy now.

To Aoi, far away in Milan.

Now I'm living a completely
separate life.

From Junsei.