Yellow Umbrella, Blue Sky

Years passed.

I still go to that bookstore sometimes.

Not every Wednesday anymore.

But when it rains.

There's a new bench now. The old one broke. But the memories stayed.

I never saw Lina again.

Never heard from her.

But every now and then, I think about her when I see someone with a yellow umbrella.

And sometimes… I think I see her walking ahead of me. Just far enough that I can't be sure.

Love isn't always something that lasts.

Sometimes it's something that teaches.

It teaches us how to feel, how to lose, and how to remember.

And maybe…

that's beautiful too.