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I still remember clearly that you said your sanctuary was flowers. It might have been a casual remark, but to me, those words were incredibly impressive. My sanctuary is you. When you breathe, a warm breeze blows and keeps tickling my heart, but since there's nothing I can do about it, I'm just so grateful and happy that I simply entrust my body to that breath. When you smile, it feels like the dazzling sunlight is looking at me, so I want to make you smile even more. I find myself saying sweet things I never used to say. For no reason, I walk into jewelry stores that I used to pass by without a second thought, and I stand there seriously for an hour pondering what would suit you best— whether a bracelet would be good, if a ring would be better, if you'd prefer a necklace, or how much prettier you'd look with earrings. Sometimes, I gaze down silently at you laughing in my arms. I'm afraid that if a person like me does something, that smile of yours might stop even for a moment, so because there's nothing I can do but look down, I try to lift the corners of my mouth to match yours. Unfortunately, my cheeks don't form those lovely and cute dimples like yours do. My words have become too long. Even if it's boring, please bear with me as it's almost over. Just for being by my side, for always being there, for being you, for leaning on my shoulder, for letting me hold you in my arms, for sharing your day with me, for opening up about your hardships, for making a space in the drawer of your heart to keep a person named Heo In-seo, thank you. Every moment of mine is already filled with the season that is you, the time that is you, the temperature that is you, the person and the love that is you, and the inspiration that is you. Who am I that God gives me something so undeserved? Did I save a country in my past life, or is this a post-payment plan? If it's the latter, I'll have to live the rest of this life and the next one more uprightly than anyone else. There's so much I want to say, so much love, gratitude, regret, and emotion I want to whisper, but I don't have the courage to say it all, nor the eloquence to express my heart naturally and coolly, nor the ability to weave it into beautiful sentences. I'm sorry for being so clumsy. This has gotten too long. I'll stop here. I just shyly hope for a moment— no, for a long time— that every moment of yours could be me. I love you. I hope you have a peaceful night. I'll block everything for you, I'll protect you, so don't be afraid of anything, don't kick off the covers, keep them tucked in, and sleep well. Thanks to you, today too, I am perfectly happy.