There is a place called Nangijala. Well, it's called Nangijala because I like the name. I didn't come up with it on my own; originally it was the home of the late Brother Lionheart but now it is this place that I'm about to tell you.
In Nangijala, there is never too cold and never too hot. Clouds in the sky swirl and swift and change, and they are painted with the colours of sunset. Right above you, you might spot a few twinkling stars.
The grass is warm and soft, never dirty. The wind is pleasant and the waves of the ocean are calm. Wherever you want to lay your head, you can.
This is my secret place. This is where I go when I want to take a breath, when I want to let go of everything in this cold, silly world and feel like there still are some good things worth fighting for.
For a long time, I only knew about the existence of this place. I had never been there. I only had dreams about it.
On the last day of summer, however, I finally got there. All I had to do was to turn around from the direction I was heading towards and there I was. There he was.
And right at that moment, he had me at hello.
