Month X, Day XX, 2026. Weather: Cloudy, just like my heart.

Thirty-two. I'm an adult who tells children to "have a dream," but today I stand in the middle of the classroom like a lost child.

Mom brought up marriage again. The sigh flowing through the phone drenched my heart like the sound of rain. Like raindrops forming on the classroom window, that sigh slowly but persistently knocked on my heart. I pretended to take notes as if nothing was wrong, but the answer sheet of my life is still full of blanks.

At seven in the morning, I called him. The person I've walked with for twenty years. The person who probably notices my childish feelings and this foolish, unfinished crush...

The moment the front door opened and he walked in, my palms became sweaty. It's a secret no one knows that I was more nervous than when waiting for the children's presentations.

"Oppa, I want to get married. Give me some advice."

I tossed the words out with a smile, but behind that smile hung a sincerity I couldn't hide.

My ideal type has always been the same. Someone kind, who takes care of the little things, and who listens to the end even when I whine for no reason.

Strangely, whenever I think of that face, he is always the first one to come to mind.

Am I still just the 'little girl next door' to him? Or will the day come when he sees me... even just a little bit... as a woman?

The word he says today will leave another line in my diary. A sentence that cannot be easily corrected, even with a red pen.