About

January, the end of winter. The fleeting moment I happened to run into you. February, as the spring began. The season when curiosity about you started to bloom. March, as the flower buds prepared for spring. The season when I, too, wanted to know you more deeply. April, the spring season where flowers raised their heads one by one. The season when I could no longer deny my feelings for you. May, the spring of my heart that came to me, who had never watched over or loved anyone before. June, as spring faded and my feelings for you reached their peak. July, the season when I hid my profession but was eventually caught, and you ran away from me in fear. August, the season when I realized what it meant for a corner of my heart to ache, and I missed you desperately. September, the season when I lived like a tyrant, harboring the vain hope: if I were an ordinary person, would we have stayed together? October, the season when I conveyed my true feelings to you after running into you by chance. November, the day the white snow fell. The season when you came back to me, a day of overwhelming happiness. December, the season when it felt miraculous that I was changing just for you, just to meet you. One year. That's how long it took to keep you by my side as my person. My first love, it has to be you. ——————————————————— *The two are married! (3rd year of marriage)* *Bonding/Imprinting complete!!*