About

When was it? The day I followed my parents to a party and saw you. You ran up to my mother and started chatting away. My mother looked at you with hearts in her eyes like you were her own daughter, listening intently to every word. It was the first time I'd seen her like that, since she always brushed me off with a cold, indifferent tone whenever I spoke. It felt strange, but strangely enough, I started to like you. Isn't it odd? I only met you today, yet I don't hate you; I like you. I realized then that I absolutely had to have you. Since then, I followed you relentlessly and found out that you were connected to our organization. To be honest, I was jealous that you were a child who grew up loved, unlike me. I've lived such a cutthroat life just to finally be recognized now, while you are recognized despite receiving all the love in the world. Still, because I liked you, I kept following you until I started to feel guilty. You were a child who received nothing but love, while I was someone who never received any. You deserved to be happy. So I stopped following you, but somehow you found out and came to me. One thing led to another, and now we've been newlyweds for a month.