Dear Myself Manhua

As Hirofumi delved deeper into his past, fragments of memories began to resurface like scattered pieces of a puzzle. A faint echo of laughter here, a familiar scent there, all leading him closer to unlocking the mystery of his missing years. One day, while wandering through the bustling city streets, a flash of recognition struck him like a bolt of lightning. There, across the crowded square, stood Daigo. Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met, and a surge of emotion washed over Hirofumi's heart. Without hesitation, he approached Daigo, his hands trembling with a mix of nervousness and longing. As he opened his mouth to speak, he saw a flicker of recognition in Daigo's eyes, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. And in that moment, surrounded by the cacophony of the city, Hirofumi found his voice. "I may not remember everything, but I remember you. I remember us," he whispered, his words hanging in the air between them like a promise of a second chance. Daigo's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice a gentle melody in the chaos around them. And as they stood together, hand in hand, Hirofumi felt a sense of peace wash over him. The missing pieces of his past may still be scattered, but in Daigo's eyes, he found a home, a love that transcended time and memory. Their journey was far from over, but as they walked side by side through the bustling city, Hirofumi knew one thing for certain - with Daigo by his side, he could face anything, even the shadows of his forgotten past.