Chapter 2: Tuesday, November 13, 1932

even want to see you. Do you remember the last time we saw each other? Because I remember. I remember that moment so vividly. It was a dark and cold midnight on January 1st, the last day of the year, when you left. Did you plan for it to be that exact moment when you decided you would disappear from my life completely? At the time, I never would have imagined you'd leave me. But now, all the moments we spent together during this past year seem so far away, yet so precious to me. Remember that time in early spring when the cherry blossom trees finally bloomed and we went to have a picnic under one of the trees in our favorite park? Ah, that was so much fun. Every time I remember the days, the weeks, the months we spent together, I feel like crying. But I hold it in because you said that I'm only allowed to cry when I'm in bed with you.