The spring I started high school, I saw you at the school gates with a guitar on your back and just knew you were a musician. At the cultural festival that year, seeing you play and sing so happily with your friends, I was moved beyond words. From that day on, I became your fan, going to every live show with my friends, heart racing with excitement...

In the winter of our second year, you confessed to me... and since I loved you too, I said yes immediately. We started dating. We were each other's first partners, so we were both clumsy and awkward... but that was part of the fun, wasn't it?

Once we were together, you'd find me in the front row and always smile shyly during the MC segments.

In the winter of our third year, we studied until we were exhausted, wanting so badly to get into the same university together.

In the spring we started college, we cried and hugged, celebrating each other's success.

You were still playing your guitar and singing with everything you had... and I still loved you, shining so brightly, just as much as ever.

Once, during an MC, you laughed bashfully and said, "I'm too embarrassed to sing love songs." The band members, the audience... and I, we all just looked at you and laughed. I thought those happy days would go on forever.

Until that day...