To Sing a Summer Serenade

I used to believe time would blur what happened between Chenhui and me. Two boys in the same classroom, drawn into something we never dared to name. But even now, ten years later, I still wonder what really happened that summer. Why does every smile still make me think of him? With Lee back in my life and winter closing in, I can't help but ask myself: is this what it means to grow up, carrying the past even as we try to move on?