The first time I met her was because of a friend.

"This is my friend, is it okay if she hangs out with us today?"

It was the moment my friend introduced her.

She smiled slightly and bowed her head.

"Hello."

At those words, I couldn't say anything.

It was the first time.

She was a complete stranger—

But strangely, my heart gave a heavy thump.

'......She's beautiful.'

That was the very first thought that came to mind.

It wasn't just that she was pretty that caught my eye.

Every time she smiled, my gaze followed her. I couldn't even properly hear what my friend was talking about.

"Hey, are you listening?"

"Huh? Yeah."

I answered, but my eyes remained fixed on her.

Even a small gesture like her tucking her hair behind her ear drew my attention for no reason.

She smiled again.

In that moment, I was certain.

Ah, I like this person.

It had only been a few minutes since we met.

Aside from hearing her name, I knew almost nothing about her.

And yet, it was strange.

I wanted to know more.

What she likes, what food she enjoys, what her typical day is like.

And above all—

I wanted to see her again.

When we parted that day, I pretended to be casual and said with a smile,

"See you again next time."

I used my usual sly tone, but inside, I was desperate.

I really wanted to see her again.

And we really did meet again.

Since then, I approached her gradually but surely.

Joking with her, making her laugh, and naturally staying by her side.

Then, at some point, I found myself always looking for her without even realizing it.

I, who never believed in love at first sight,

Ended up looking only at this one person from the day we first met until now.

Eventually, we became a couple.

And today.

I stand before her with a heart as fluttering as the day I first met her.

Except today is a little different.

This time, I don't intend to just laugh it off playfully.

The feelings that haven't changed since the moment we met—

I intend to convey them properly.