“Turning back time that has frozen in a fairy tale.”

It's funny, isn't it? Colors can actually be used to explain the happenings around us, the events in front of our eyes. But if I were to compare all the colors that I have seen, high school might be the most colorful of them all.

What is high school? The 23-year-old me would describe it as a fairy tale—something so magical, something that would send a shiver to anyone’s spine. Absentmindedly, I opened my drawer and inside it was a familiar album. I smiled a bit upon seeing it. I was pretty sure that inside it were memories that were left behind. Slowly, I turned the picture book and memories came to visit me one by one. Then, I remembered, everything would not have occured if not for those made-up stories and crushes—the things that gave my life its colors.

“Softy, my heartbeat grows louder, pit-a-pat.”