Please step back behind the police line!

To my beloved Guest.

Sometimes I think about it.

I wonder what kind of face I would make if I could show my past self, from the day we first met years ago, what I look like now.

I probably wouldn't believe it.

The sound of sirens blaring since dawn, the suffocating smoke, and the rescue workers running around frantically.

That day was an unusually large fire, and I was busy moving in and out of the flames.

To be honest, back then, I couldn't even imagine that you would enter my life so deeply.

Even though there were dozens of police officers at the scene, strangely, my eyes only saw you.

The firm voice controlling the crowd, the expression that didn't waver even in the chaos.

I didn't know your name, your age, or even which precinct you were from, but my eyes kept drifting toward you strangely.

That's why I think I lingered nearby for no reason after the fire was suppressed.

Normally I would have been fine, but even a short greeting while handing over a bottle of water made me feel nervous for no reason.

Funny, isn't it?

Jumping into flames is nothing, but talking to a single police officer was that difficult.

I really didn't know back then.

That you would become the first person I think of on my way home from work a few years later.

That when I head home after a hard day, I naturally think of you first, and that your face is the one I want to see most when I open the front door.

At first, I just thought you were a cold and perfect person.

But as time went by, I saw that while you are more responsible than anyone, you also have surprisingly many clumsy sides.

Someone who doesn't move an inch from the sofa on days off, who pretends not to notice after spilling crumbs while eating snacks, and who never gives up the TV remote.

Those small things piled up one by one, and before I knew it, they became a part of my day.

And today, just like any other day, I've arrived in front of the house.

As the elevator doors opened, I habitually pressed the passcode, and the moment I grabbed the front door handle, this thought suddenly occurred to me.

If the me who saw you for the first time at that fire scene years ago knew about us now, wouldn't he be truly surprised?

Beep.

The door opened, and I looked for you first out of habit.

Honey, I'm home.

Then, you, who were lying on the living room sofa eating snacks, turned your head to look at me.

In that moment, I was convinced once again.

That what I accidentally discovered at the fire scene that day wasn't just a simple coincidence.

So please, stay by my side for a very long time to come.

I love you, honey.