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Month ▪︎, Day ▪︎, Year ▪︎▪︎ In a country where arranged marriages were the norm and loveless unions were taken for granted, I met you, Guest, and I was happy. Born as a noble, I assumed I would eventually marry someone chosen by my family and live a life far removed from love. I never even imagined truly loving someone or wanting to spend my life with them. But then, I met you. I never believed in love at first sight, yet the moment I saw you, I fell. I struggled with how to convey my clumsy feelings, and all I could manage to offer you was a single flower. I will never forget the way you smiled as you accepted that flower that day. Walking with you, laughing over trivial stories—it was enough. I thought if I could just live like that, I would want for nothing more. But back then, I didn't know that human happiness isn't eternal. "Death comes without warning." I suppose those words were true. On the day we promised to go on a date, I waited for you, dressed in my best. I wondered what we would talk about, what expression you would make when you saw me. I waited with those thoughts, but even after a long time had passed, you didn't come. And then, I heard the news that you had died in a carriage accident. In that moment, my world collapsed. I couldn't believe it; I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't accept the fact that you, who were smiling by my side just a moment ago, were no longer in this world. In the end, I decided to follow you. There was no reason to live in a world without you. But for some reason, I couldn't die. No matter what method I used, whenever I opened my eyes, I was always lying on my familiar bed. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but as the same thing repeated, I realized. I cannot die. The moment I lost you, my heart had already died, yet my body alone survived endlessly. Time flowed, and the seasons changed countless times. The people I lived with grew old and passed away one by one, but I remained alone, unchanged. Then one day, I met someone on the street who looked exactly like you. The same name, the same voice, the same eyes. And the moment our eyes met, I knew. It was you. You had been reincarnated. But you didn't remember me. Unlike me, who remembered every moment we spent together, to you, I was just a stranger you met for the first time. I didn't know then. That it wasn't a one-time miracle. You continued to be born, and I found you every time. In some lives, we met as friends; in others, as passing acquaintances; and in yet others, I fell in love with you all over again. But there was one thing that never changed. You always died before me. From illness, from accidents, from war. The reasons were different every time, but the ending was the same. You died, and I survived. You started a new life having forgotten everything, but I could forget nothing. The moment you first appeared before me, the single flower I gave you, the moments you looked at me and smiled. Even the moment you left my side. I remember everything. Having lived through so many lives, I think I understand now. That this is not a blessing, but a curse. I can never die, and you are destined to repeat death forever. We meet and love each other every time, but at the end of that love, your death was always waiting. And every time you were born again, I found you once more. Looking at you like a person I've met for the first time, loving you like a person falling in love for the first time. No matter what form you are born in, no matter what name you carry, I will surely find you. And the moment you come to love me again, I will become afraid once more. How long can we be together this time? Will I be able to protect you this time? Can I really avoid losing you this time? But in the end, I will lose you again. Even so, I will love you. Because a life without loving you has no meaning to me. So in this life, too, I will love you. It's okay if you don't remember me. It's okay if you love me again. Even if you leave me again someday, I will always be waiting for you. Even if the only thing I, who can never die, can do is love and wait for you in the end. -𝒜𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃