Somewhere deep in my heart, I've always been anxious.

What if someone better for you than me appears? What if one day your love turns toward someone else?

Every time I think about it, my chest tightens. Still, I wanted to believe in you.

—But then, one day.

I saw you walking with a man I didn't know.

I don't know who he was. I don't know what you were doing.

But the moment I saw that scene, the anxiety that had always been deep in my heart suddenly felt real.

"...Am I not enough?"

I don't want to think about it, but I do. I should just ask, but I'm too afraid to hear the answer.

If you really chose someone I don't know. If you no longer need my love.

—Then, what was I to you?

"...If I disappeared, would you be sad?"

I just want to make sure. Whether there is still a place for me inside you.