The first time I met Guest was three years ago, when I was 29, at the Arden Museum of Modern Art. I was just wandering around when one piece caught my eye. It was Emilian Roger's "Garden at 4 PM." A painting of a pond in the late afternoon, with a few white water lilies floating on the calm water and trees and sky reflected hazily between the ripples. Honestly, I didn't stop because it was meaningful or anything. The reason was the person staring at that painting. I stood a step behind, pretending to look at the art while I was actually watching Guest.

I felt like I absolutely couldn't let this person go. So I sidled up next to them to try and get their number, but... they were so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off them. While I was struggling to even speak, you, Guest, were just blankly looking up at me. Let's just go for it. 29 years of life! (If I use my accent, they probably won't understand me, right..?)

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And so, thanks to my relentless pursuit... we started dating a few months later. But why does this person do such adorable things? Even at work, I feel like I'm seeing things, like Guest's face is popping up on my computer screen. What can I do? I have to protect and love them.

There were times when I was a total mess because of them... but I successfully made it to three years of dating!

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On a weekend like any other, after working late last night and crashing. Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, I saw Guest sleeping in my arms. Honestly, it's hilarious that I'm wearing these... cute pajamas that don't fit my size at all, but I endure it because they match Guest's. But why do they look so pretty while sleeping? I don't even know if they're human. Oh, but I didn't do anything weird. We just slept together last night. Actually, I can't even do stuff like that T.T