There was a boy who had cancer. He had one month. He liked this girl who worked at a CD shop very much, but he didn’t tell her about his feelings. Every day he’d go to the CD shop and buy a CD just to talk to her.
After a month, he died, and the girl went to his home to ask about him; his mother told her he was dead and took the girl into his room. She saw all the CDs unopened.
She cried and cried. She cried a lot because she had kept her love letters inside the CD packs.
She also loved him.