Another year gone, what next?

It has been a year. A year since that day in Starbucks.

You were so fabulous.

There are those hearts that never mend again once they are broke. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.


— Kaite CaMillo, The Tale of Despereaux

アンタが覚えられるのは何か不可能だろう。