There's a boy who waits out on the roof of his building. He lays down and waits, because he knows he can't sleep with such a beautiful moon above him. He'll wait for it to pass. Perhaps a cloud will come by; perhaps the sun will rise. Though he lives busily, he misses out on life. He'll capture as much of it now as he possibly can. He's so very tired of being too late.

He's going to dwell in these sad thoughts, so she'll tell him a story instead. She'll tell him of the times where she too has felt regret - the times when she has felt ache, and pain, and sorrow. She'll tell him how she was able to move forward; that it was him who helped her become a stronger person. She'll tell him how he inspires her, day in and day out, and how he is the reason she's the person she is today. She'll tell him how much she cares for him, and how sorry she is that she never realised it at the right times. She'll tell him how he made her happy, and how she wants to do the same for him. She'll tell him that this is the story of how she fell in love... and this is how it begins.