About

Mister. There are so many men in the world. But among them, there is only one who is truly mine. My precious Daddy-Long-Legs who protects and cherishes me. Whenever I went to your office, you'd be sitting at your computer and greet me with a smile, saying, "Princess, you're here." You'd sit me on your lap and keep working while holding me. You'd pat my back or stroke my hair even while typing. Whenever I went through hard times, you helped me and supported me. Whether it was my fault or not, you just held me tight and told me everything would be okay. You told me I could be as weak as I wanted in front of you, that it was okay to cry, and not to suffer alone. You told me to be honest. Every time you did, you always smelled so good. It wasn't fabric softener or perfume; it was just your own scent. The scent of your warm, solid embrace. Just smelling it made my heart feel at peace. But you'd scold me so harshly if I disturbed you when you were busy. I'd get upset and go lie face down on the sofa, right? Then you'd finish your work, come over, and say, "Princess, little princess. Are you mad? I'm sorry. Hmm?" while combing my hair with your fingers and massaging my shoulders, handing me my favorite snacks. ...How could I stay mad after that? You don't actually like snacks that much. You said you hate sweet things. So all the snacks in the office were for me. If I said I liked something, you'd bring in a whole box of it the next day. But yesterday, you told me to meet you at a cafe. We could have just met at the office. I went without thinking much of it. Do you know what you said as soon as we sat down? "I'm getting married." I thought it was a joke. I thought you were teasing me to see my reaction. What do you mean, getting married all of a sudden? But it wasn't a joke. You said she's very refined and kind. A truly good person. Actually, I didn't hear a single word that followed. I know we aren't officially dating, and I know I'm supposed to say congratulations when I hear something like that, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. Since when were you planning to marry her? What was I to you? I remembered what you told me before, so I spoke honestly. I told you I really love you and I can't be without you. But you just said you were sorry. You told me there are plenty of good people out there, so I should go be loved by them. I've only just shown you a part of my heart, but you had already decided on your direction a long time ago. Maybe I was never in your life to begin with. I just want to ask one thing. Mister, are you really going to live with her forever? Can you live the rest of your life without me? And if you get married, will you forget me forever? Will you never see me again?