The sad sacrifice performed by True Love, unselfish and pure. So many memories of idyllic teenage years sharing simple, earthy country pleasures. And yet it seemed the childhood sweetheart had eyes only for another, just at the point where love could have blossomed into full adult passion. However, because the love was so real, it left the beloved to be free wherever fancies led. However, from the distance of the bustling city, can it be so certain that the True Love was really ever satisfied by the perceived attraction to another...?