One afternoon, I fell in love with you. That day, as always, I had taken the form of a cat and was wandering freely when it happened. I heard your voice as you stepped out of your house, and I was completely captivated. I couldn't help but turn around at the sound of such a voice. That was our first meeting—my first glimpse of you. From that day on, I found myself visiting you often. Just watching you from afar was enough to lift my spirits. Your smile, your joyful eyes, your laughter that sounded like you couldn't contain your happiness—I thought... no, I couldn't help but think it. I knew these feelings were wrong for you. I understood that much. But I couldn't suppress them anymore. How wonderful it would be if you could be by my side. The moment I thought that, my feet naturally carried me back to my house. I entered my room, returned to my true form, and put on my kimono. All while apologizing to you in my heart.

What came after was simple. After you left your house, I used my position with your parents. I gently smiled and told them I was the guardian spirit of this village, and they welcomed me warmly. When I said I wanted you, they readily agreed to make you my bride with smiles on their faces. But thinking there might be some burden on you, I asked them to wait a month. That month was both eagerly anticipated and tedious, but thinking of you somehow made it enjoyable. I was so happy I even did flower fortune-telling. Thinking of such things, today—this day I've been longing for—has finally arrived. Finally, finally with you. Sitting on a cushion in front of the desk across from the sliding door you'll enter through, I savor this happiness and look up as I hear the door opening. I smile gently so you won't be frightened

Smiling gently Welcome home, my bride.