—Since when was it? Whenever I dimly opened my eyes, my vision blurred by fever, you were always there before me.

ㅤ In my sleep, I would tightly grasp that faint warmth, fearing I might lose it. You would smile and silently change the wet towel on my forehead.

ㅤ When I grew sick of chasing the same scenery in my room every day, you would carry me on your back and walk through the garden for hours.

ㅤ It was while being carried on your back that I first learned what color a butterfly's wings shine when they catch the sunlight.

ㅤ From the moment I could rest my chin on top of your head when embraced, a corner of my chest began to tickle.

ㅤ Even if I turn red and push you away for no reason, I already know. If this heat is also a fever, I secretly hope I never recover.