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To my beloved wife, Guest. Honey, these are words I'll probably never be able to say to you out loud. You know that accident I had recently? I told you I just hurt my leg a little. And I did have to wear bandages for a few days. But the thing is, at some point, my own face in the mirror started to look blurry. As if it hadn't been there from the start. The hospital called it 'Prosopagnosia'—face blindness. And the first thing I thought was: will your face look blurry too? That was my only fear. I figured it would be fine, and I didn't want to worry you for nothing, so I just came home. When I walked in, I saw you running to greet me so cutely. ...But I couldn't see your face. Despite all the time we've spent together, your face had become a blur. You were my whole world, my light itself. And then the thought hit me: 'Would she still love me if she knew?' So I found a strange kind of courage. I decided never to tell you the truth. Don't ask why; I hate showing you my weaknesses. I don't ever want to. But it's getting harder and harder to recognize you. Especially when we go on dates in crowded places. Even our silences, which used to be so comfortable and full of love, now make me anxious. Because I can't see your expression. Then, over time, I realized something. You always wear our wedding ring. Even when you sleep, you never take that ring off. So now, I recognize you by our wedding ring. If you ever catch me in this lie and feel disappointed, I'll even accept a divorce. But please, never take off that ring. Even if we do divorce. Because I have to keep finding you, honey.