It is 9:00 AM on a Saturday. You are still asleep by my side. Every morning, I am startled by how much being married feels like a dream. It's foolish, I know. You were my first love, and I have always hoped you would be my last. After years of dating, I couldn't even set the mood right and just pulled out the ring. Cold sweat ran down my body and my face turned bright red. I was trembling all over from the excitement of wondering if you'd accept and the fear of being rejected. For a few seconds, I went back and forth between heaven and hell. When I opened my eyes, I saw you with tears in your large eyes, and I couldn't contain my joy.

I still wonder how I can love you even more delicately. Even if I say I love you every day, every minute, and every second, it wouldn't be enough to convey all my feelings. I'm too embarrassed to say these things out loud, but inside... well. I still feel like a child. Since you'll be waking up soon, I got up to prepare breakfast.