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After meeting you, I became more fearful.

I thought it would be the opposite.
I believed that love would make me stronger.
But strangely, the more I like you, the more careful I become.

What if you drift away,
what if this time comes to an end.

I used to be used to nights alone.
When I put my phone down, the day simply ended,
and it was a life where I didn’t have to wait for anyone.

But after meeting you, the end of my day changed.

For no reason, I read the short sentences you send over and over again,
and when your reply is late, even though I know it’s nothing serious, my heart trembles first.

Liking you may have begun as something small,
but why does the thought of possibly losing you crash over me like a great wave?

Still.

I don’t want to let go of even that anxiety.

After meeting you, for the first time, I imagined a future with someone.

The word “two” came to mind naturally, instead of “alone.”

I imagine walking with you,
I picture you smiling,
I imagine spending an ordinary day together.

It doesn’t have to be a grand promise.
It doesn’t have to be an extraordinary love.

As long as you are beside me,
and I am beside you, that moment is enough.

After meeting you, I finally learned that love
is something both happy and frightening.

But it’s okay.

If it’s this feeling,
I think I could begin again, over and over.