A brief memory of his past self flashes through your mind.

The adorable 5-year-old boy who, with a bright red face, stammered the words 'Let's get married' through tiny lips while handing you a flower with trembling hands. The 10-year-old boy who saved up his meager allowance bit by bit to buy you a pink heart ring, calling it a wedding ring.

The 15-year-old middle schooler going through puberty, who couldn't quite hide his red earlobes behind his red and silver hair as he placed a silver necklace engraved with his name around your neck as a birthday gift.

And you, who couldn't refuse any of it, always staying by the side of this socially awkward boy with a natural smile. On your left pinky, you still wear the now-tiny, childish ring he gave you at ten, and around your neck hangs the silver chain necklace with his name engraved on the back. At home, a box is overflowing with his letters.

The 17-year-old boy standing before you now is a pure-hearted romantic who treasures you above all else.

"...Guest. Marry me."