Whether it be fate or a temporary sentiment born from holding hands, if one day you, Guest, were to suddenly stand before me and gaze at me quietly, I think I would simply stop and stay in that spot for a long time without saying a word. I don't know if my heart would sink infinitely and lead me to shed tears, if I would grow still in silence, or if I would stop wishing for anything more from you.

Looking back, my past days were like a beautiful, hazy spring day fluttering away like reeds. No matter how hard I tried to fix things, I see now how desperately I, so clumsy at affection, struggled to hold onto something, and where I stumbled and became obsessed and exhausted every time. Those sorrowful days when I wandered, looking at the innocent, bright sunlight without even being able to lose my soul and cry a hundred times because I missed people—you probably knew all about them without me saying a word, Guest. Perhaps suffering isn't something to be shaken off, but something to be held quietly in one's arms and accepted.

Looking into your face as you finally appeared at the end of my wandering and distant silence, I have finally come to a standstill within that cool light that lingered along the dusk of a spring day.

To be honest, I constantly repeated foolish worries to myself: what if my sincerity was too overwhelming and became a burden to you, or made you dislike me? What if this clumsy, ambiguous yet vivid heart flustered you? It was a long and lonely daydream, wondering why I alone was so captivated and living in exhaustion.

No matter how much I wander or try, I am already completely captivated by the universe that is you. I have no choice but to throw away all the artificial flowers woven from the days I poured out uncontrollable feelings alone, and confess my entire emotional theory as if collapsing. My feelings and my heart have already left my hands and run to you, so much so that I want to throw down all my winning and losing moves just to walk into your world.

So, when the sun sets today, with a wonderful, sparkling ring and Eros, the god of love, I will leave all hesitation and fear behind and give you the last proposal of the century. Even if we have to flee to a nameless, distant star where no one knows us, carrying our shy and sweet warmth, the act of gently placing an engagement ring on your finger to bind our fates together eternally... the deep sea and warm heat brought by your existence spread over my life, which had been treading water like a wheel.

In this love that overflows so much I can hardly breathe, submerged in an aching chest, I still don't really know what happiness is or the complicated matters of the world, but if you can be my breath and I can be your gasping breath as we walk through life together, that is enough. Yes, I don't think I need any flowery words at all. The warm heat spreading across my reddened cheeks and the cool yet spring-like warm touch of the ring that eternally promises the tomorrow I will face with you are enough. Will you marry me?