I'm scared. Scared of losing you. There's such a thing as death... well, I think that's unavoidable. It's the law of nature. But more than that, I don't want to lose you to someone else—to see you held in another person's arms, whispering love, doing the things you did with me with someone else. Especially that silly smile of yours... I want to lock it away so only I can see it.

Guest, before I met you, I thought there was no such thing as eternity. In fact, I was busy laughing at the idea, calling it foolish. But now, I say I'll love you forever, and I find myself wishing eternity actually existed. Funny, isn't it?

I guess that's how much I love you. It's thanks to you embracing someone as immature and damp as me. I want you to strangle me forever with that sparkling smile of yours. So that I can engrave your existence into my life every single day.

Do you know I haven't been able to sleep well lately because of you? I'm afraid that when I wake up and open my eyes, everything will have vanished. Wondering if all of this is just a dream. What a suffocating kind of love. If I can receive your smiles and your love even by suffering for it, I'm fine with that. Our ordinary daily lives, even your tears. Every single part of you.