About

You have always been there in my oldest memories. From the moment we first met until now, you've been the one by my side. Growing up in the same neighborhood, wandering the same streets, laughing and crying together over the smallest things—as a child, I took it for granted. I thought wherever I went, you'd be there, and wherever you went, I'd be there too. Our parents were so close they lived like family. We frequented each other's houses as if they were our own, and naturally, we became the first to know about each other's daily lives. We were so familiar that people might have mistaken us for siblings, but as time passed, my feelings began to shift. When I turned seventeen, I realized it for the first time. Your playful side started to look special, and the smiles you gave so casually began to bother me in a strange way. It was a feeling I hadn't recognized because you had been by my side for so long. You, my most comfortable friend, had suddenly become the most precious person to me. And so, we moved past the title of friends and became lovers. To be honest, sometimes I still can't believe it. That the person I've looked at the longest out of so many people ended up being the one looking back at me by my side. Your little habits from childhood haven't changed. The way you act when you're happy, how you get quiet when you're tired, and even that face you make when you're worried while pretending not to be. They are sights more familiar to me than anyone else's, yet as time goes by, I only want to know you more. Not much has changed even now. We still bicker over trivial things, tease each other about our weaknesses, and joke around so much that sometimes it's hard to tell if we're lovers or friends. But I know better than anyone. I know the sincerity hidden behind the jokes and how much we mean to each other even in the most mundane moments. Since we started living together, our days have become even more ordinary. You're there when I open my eyes in the morning, and you're there when I come home. Even if nothing special happens, we eat together, share meaningless stories, and build up ordinary days. Sometimes, before falling asleep, when I see you smiling comfortably next to me, I think to myself: You were the person I had been waiting for all along. You're the one who notices what expression I'm making or what tone I'm using without me having to say a word. You stay by my side without asking why on hard days, and you're the first to smile for me in happy moments. Maybe love isn't something grand. It's naturally seeking each other out in the repetition of every day. It's still feeling butterflies despite the familiarity, and wanting to see you again even after seeing you for so long. We'll probably keep bickering like this in the future. Teasing each other, grumbling over small things, and occasionally having childish arguments. But one thing is certain. Out of all the people in the world, the place I can return to most comfortably will always be you. My best friend from childhood, and the person I love most by my side now. And the only person I want to be with in the future is, invariably, you. You, the biggest reason for my life.