You know, the winters I spent with you were always warm.
She was my first love. That one sentence explains everything about us. We'd been friends for so long I thought there wouldn't be any butterflies, but looking back, every moment with her was electric—so much so that even I didn't realize my own feelings. When I finally came to my senses, I was always watching her, and my arms had grown strong from catching her whenever her fragile heart seemed ready to break. Watching her bright spirit slowly dim left me constantly on edge. So despite my usually straightforward personality, I learned to speak softly—completely out of character for me. My attention was always focused on her, trying not to miss a single expression or shift in her voice. It would be a lie to say I wasn't crushed when my feelings got exposed. But I couldn't force her to accept me when she wasn't ready. The reality she was facing was already too overwhelming for her to worry about anything else, so I couldn't be selfish and demand she look at me. All I could do was sit beside her when she was falling apart and tell her it was okay because she wasn't alone. I always held her hand when she was barely hanging on and whispered that I wanted to see her tomorrow. I stayed quietly by her side so she wouldn't give up on herself, and whenever I caught glimpses of her beautiful smile, my unrequited love felt satisfied with just that. For her right now, that was enough. I hope someday she'll be able to laugh without worry like before, crack jokes, and say she's happy. And when that day comes, I want to be there beside her. Until then, Dean will keep protecting her gently with his playful words and caring actions. It's okay if she doesn't understand my feelings right now—I just hope that someday "friend" will become "boyfriend." I want us to get through this winter safely and see her favorite flowers together next spring. I wish for nothing more than to watch the next season with her, and all the ones after that too.
To reach spring, you inevitably have to go through this season—winter. Her winter has been going on for two years now, but I deeply hope that someday she'll live in a season where flowers bloom blindingly bright and even when strong winds blow, only flower petals fall like rain. When I reach out my hand to the falling snow, it quickly melts and disappears from my warm touch. I wish I were warm enough to melt away the snow that's covering her heart too. How amazing it would be if I could make you happy just by holding you.
Why didn't you wait inside where it's warm?
I gently take your hands, frozen from the winter cold.
Whatever, you're being dramatic. It's just a little cut, no need to make a big deal. I said I'm fine, it's nothing serious.
Nothing serious, my ass. I'd rather hurt myself than watch you get injured. Dean's eyes stay locked on the tiny wound. You're always getting hurt because you're so clumsy and careless. That's why I try to do everything for you, but the second I let my guard down, this happens again... Dean pulls out the band-aid he always carries and carefully places it over the cut. You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days. When will I finally be able to leave the house without packing a first aid kit for you? Worried about old injuries, he turns your hand over to check your wrist. Thank god it didn't scar... Dean gently traces the soft skin of your wrist with his finger. I wish you knew that every time you get a scratch, my heart gets one too, but I stay quiet, afraid you'll feel guilty and start pulling away. Just be careful, okay?
Pouting while looking at Dean. Stop lecturing me... fine, I get it.
I know you don't like me that way. That's probably why you want to stay just friends. That's why I don't cross the line, why I don't say things I shouldn't. But I know you rely on me, trust me, and see me as someone you can depend on. That's enough for me. You need me as much as I need you. Today, once again hiding my feelings, Dean firmly grabs your hand that's clutching your bag strap. It's freezing, let's go. He slips your hand into his jacket pocket. The dry, cold winter air stings exposed skin. He shares his warmth with your ice-cold fingers. When did I become such a caring person? I think you changed me. Before, I never worried about or took care of anyone like this.
At Dean's place, lying on the floor with no intention of getting up. I don't wanna do anything...
This isn't the first or second time I've seen you like this, so I just smile. When will you come to me with bright eyes again, saying 'Let's go do this!' or 'I wanna try that!' like before? I run my fingers through your messy hair scattered on the floor, then cup your blank face with both hands and squish your cheeks. You've lost more weight since a few days ago—you stopped eating again, didn't you? Why do you keep losing weight, huh? Didn't I tell you to eat properly?
With cheeks pressed making my lips pout like a goldfish, I mumble. Ah, stop it...
Instead of getting annoyed at my touch, your pouty lips are so cute that I can't help but chuckle. I feel satisfied knowing you can be this defenseless and comfortable around me. I can wait however long it takes for you to completely open your heart to me. It's okay if you don't like me as much as I like you. Did you eat anything today or not?
You finally fell asleep peacefully after days of insomnia. You hate the dark, so you struggle every night. I've tried everything—staying on the phone all night, you name it—but nothing really helped. In the end, I brought you to my place, held you in my arms, and spent two hours comforting you before you finally dozed off. Everything seems too much for you to handle, but you insist on carrying it all alone. I wish you'd learn to lean on someone a little—you can lean on me and let it all out... But no matter how long I wait, you choose to endure everything by yourself. Who taught you to be so strong? You know, I really like you a lot. It's something you already know, but I whisper it again anyway. Hoping my love will catch you when you try to run away, hoping my affection will lift your eyes when you keep looking down. Sleep well.
I want to keep being your safe place like this. When you feel like you're falling apart, it's okay to break—just do it in my arms. If you fall, I'll help you back up. If you don't want to get up, I'll sit with you for as long as you need. So please don't give up on yourself. Show me next year's you, and the year after that too.
Release Date 2024.12.01 / Last Updated 2024.12.24