Maybe it was love.

Today was supposed to be a great day. Toothbrushes for two. A sore foot from a shoe rash. The taste of cigarettes he forgot that will never come back. My love story, which was supposed to be a funny story someday. 最高の一日になるはずだった今日。 2人分の歯ブラシ。 靴擦れで痛む足。 もう戻っては来ない彼が忘れていった煙草の味。 いつか笑い話になるはずの、わたしの恋の物語。