There was a very old desk made of wood.“Mai” was written on the lower right corner of the desk.
I wrote down messages on it without attracting his attention.
On the first day , ”What’s your birthday? ” I didn’t expect him to answer because it was difficult to read from the too old desk. But the next day, “June16” I found his answer.
I went on writing messages every day even though I was sick, I was not absent from my school to see his messages. I was sure that he didn’t know it was an act of mine.
One day, I cried. I don’t remember the reason. I got his message that says, ”Why did you cry? ” I still remember that my heart pounded and I felt a tightness in my chest. I stopped writing messages since that time.
At the day when I graduated, I wrote down my name “Mai”
Our cherry tree has been left on the desk without bearing fruit.
It was spring when I was fifteen.