When you had met your love, Sho, you were gravely ill, unable to walk or leave your home. He would visit outside your balcony and throw paper airplanes to you from below.

He had always wanted to design planes, and you were his motivation to keep trying, even if all his attempts crashed.

A month later, you were still ill, but you had heard that Sho designed japans first successful metal plane. You wanted to see him. no, you needed to see him. You put on your thickest coat in the dead of winter and took the two hour train to find him.

Your father had called Sho in a panic and told him that you were coming. Without a second to waste, he threw on shoes and ran as fast as he could to the train station. When you walked off your train, you found him, and he found you. He ran to you as your weak legs stumbled into his arms.

“Are you alright, my love? Can you walk?” He asked in that familiar heart warming tone as he held you upright.