After a village is destroyed, soldiers turn up and think everyone has died, but see movement in the grasses. Presently, one makeshift white flag is raised. Slowly, heads begin popping up. The children all escaped.
What's the point in loving you all this time if I never try to tell you? What a waste that would be... I never forgot you. I never will. You will NEVER be just a memory to me. We're not "strangers with memories."