Trecca

This is a name of coffee shop in central Kyoto in Japan, where she and I met for the first time and happened to be the last time - this might sound strange for many people. But it was a real story.
Throughout my teens and early twenties, I spent almost all my life in books. It was extremely difficult to have some meaningful relationship with not only others but with the rest of my world. People didn't understand me and I hadn't particularly have intended to let people understand me. Thus I had living in vast space and deep ditch from the people. Fortunately I had found nothing strange in my life. I had been living on my own world and I didn't want anyone to interrupt my world. But I had friends, few but certainly I had someone who are eager to understand me, three or four though they are indeed true friends.
One of four my precious friends were a woman. Pretty woman as the world goes, I agreed. Smart woman as the world goes, I disagreed. But anyway, she has been a pretty and smart girl as everyone admitted.
Though we had many occasions to see in many activities in our high school days, it was the first time since I graduated from our highly prestigeous high-school that we met in Trecca, more than 5 years had passed when we were eventually able to meet, although she was 2 years junior to me we happened to be the same grade - both 4th grade in a different university in a different cities. We had to choose what to do after we graduated - going to graduate school or getting a job...(Of course this story continues, though let me take a break, it's 4 a.m. ...)