In the crowded cabin, every stranger was inches close to one another. Standing at the corner, leaning against the glass, taking a brief look around him, hoping to see some familiar faces.

As he rests his eyes after a fruitless glanced, he went into deep thought of many things. He remembered the last time he went on a vacation, lying at the sea side watching the stars above, listening to the soft crashing of the wave, with cold breeze wind gently blowing onto his face. So relax and peaceful.

He's very much, longing for a dream holiday, get miles away from this hectic life of his. With a her alongside, fingers interlock, slow strolling by the beach, the intimate closeness, just with her.

A summer love in a vacation.




"who said that it's better to have loved and lost?"
"i wish that i had never loved"