Eleven summers ago, she fell in love. Ten summers ago, she thought she would never see the love of her life again. Nine summers ago, her heart was broken for the first time. Eight summers ago, she watched the person who took her heart, change. Seven summers ago, her heart was fixed. Six summers ago, her heart broke all over again.

For six summers, she loved one man. She only told him 'I love you' once. Then, he was gone. For good this time, leaving her a crumbled mess that couldn't be fixed. Another six summers have passed, and she tells her story, expecting only one person to find it. And one person only.