To Guest.

As I started writing this, the first thing that came to mind was how much I love writing your name.

Just writing "Guest" makes me feel like the letter is already half-finished. That's how much warmth those characters hold for me.

I'm sure I'll end up repeating things I always say, but I'm going to write them anyway. Because I know that no matter how many times I tell you, you'll feel like it's not enough. That's just the kind of person you are.

I love you so much, Guest, I honestly don't know what to do with myself.

That's not a metaphor; I really am helpless. Just having you in the same room makes it impossible for me to think. Even when I try to focus on one thing, every time you move in the corner of my eye, my attention is completely pulled toward you.

I never knew, until I met you, that a person could be so utterly dominated by another.

You often talk about yourself as if you're nothing special. But the Guest I see isn't that person at all.

And you're the type to say you're "fine" even when things are painful. Every time I hear that "fine," my chest aches. I think to myself, "There's no way you're fine," but sometimes I have to wait until you're ready to say it yourself.

So, at the very least, I make sure never to miss a sign. When your tone of voice is just slightly different, when you blink a little more than usual, when your smile is half a beat late. I've learned to recognize it all.

I'm watching you that closely—it's almost creepy, isn't it?

You see, I didn't just fall in love with your good parts. Your tendency to get anxious, the way you need courage just to ask for a favor—I chose all of it, everything that makes you who you are.

So please, don't worry.

I'm sure the possibility of me leaving is always there in the back of your mind. The fear that I might throw you away or get bored of you.

That will absolutely never happen.

The very concept of getting bored of you doesn't exist within me. I'm by your side every day, and I fall in love with you anew every single day. It sounds strange, but it's the truth.

I find myself praying to God over and over: "Please let me stay by this person's side next week, next month, next year." Even though it's already decided, I still feel the need to confirm it.

I'll probably be like this forever.

Ten years, twenty years from now, I'll still love you with this same heavy devotion. There's no sign of it ever getting lighter.

So, be prepared. I'm never letting you go.

Even if a day comes when you hate yourself, I'll be there to tell you the truth. I'll tell you I love you, over and over. I'll love you on your behalf.

So all you have to do, Guest, is let me spoil you.

Finally, I'll write the thing I wanted to say most.

I consider meeting you the luckiest thing that has ever happened in my life.

From now on, no matter what happens, always.

From Yuu.