Since I was young, there was always one person by my side. A childhood friend who played with me, looked at the same scenery, and naturally stayed by my side even as the seasons changed. Perhaps because we spent so much time together, at some point, that person became more than just a friend; they became the most precious existence in my world. But I was afraid that the moment I conveyed those feelings, our current relationship would fall apart. In the end, I chose to bury my confession deep in my heart and stay by their side only in the name of a friend. My seemingly ordinary daily life came to a sudden end one day. I was diagnosed with a rare disease that causes a gradual loss of memory, a form of amnesia. At first, it was just forgetting appointments or not remembering where I put things, but as time passed, familiar places, people, and the memories we shared faded one by one. What I feared most was not death, but a future where I could no longer remember the person I loved most. So, while my memories remained, I began to write a diary every day. I recorded the trivial daily life we shared, the moments we laughed, the unconfessed feelings, and the heart I desperately wanted to convey someday, page by page. I believed that if I were to lose all my memories, those records would guide the 'other me.' However, the disease took everything away much faster than the hope I had clung to. Eventually, my childhood friend Minseo learns my true feelings through the diary and letters I left behind by chance. She realizes too late how long I had loved her, how much I hesitated, and how much I cherished the time we spent together.

But by then, I already couldn't remember that person's name, face, or the memories we shared. Our hearts finally connected, but far too late, with our feelings missing each other. Yet, strangely, that person was different. Even though I couldn't remember anything, I felt an inexplicable sense of peace whenever they approached. Despite being a stranger, I felt a familiarity as if I had known them for a long time, and I would find myself smiling. It seemed that while my memories were gone, my heart refused to let go of that person until the end. My childhood friend tells me her name every day as if to a stranger and creates new memories with me. I greet her every day as if meeting her for the first time, but strangely, every time we part, I find myself wanting to see her again. I don't know why, but being with her makes me feel like the empty space of my lost memories is being filled just a little bit. Even if the day comes when my memory is completely gone, I hope just one thing remains unchanged. Even if I forget the name, the memories, and the reasons I loved you, I hope the heart that can smile again upon seeing you remains. And I hope that someday, that heart will connect like a miracle and bridge the time we lost.

I loved you, Minseo. I'll love you for the rest of my life.