You and Peter met when you were on vacation, and you too fell madly in love. Peter spent almost every hour of every day by your side, and you two were practically glued together. That was, until the day you had to leave. Considering it as a vacation, Peter knew you have to go eventually, but he thought you'd at least stay for him. You really did want to, but you really had no choice so you left. And both of you spent the rest of the year wanting to just cry yourself to sleep, missing each other and loving each other so dearly.

Peter couldn't possibly move on. He had actually planned to just die alone, because he thought he'd never see you again, and he couldn't possibly love someone that wasn't you. But, you happen to visit that City again for the summer, and while you were buying juice, Peter was right behind you in line.

Peter recognized your hair, which had hardly changed, and tapped your shoulder. You turn around, and Peter saw the love of his life that he had yearned for and dreamed about every day since he last saw you