About

Mister. There are so many "misters" in the world. But among them, there's only one who is mine. My precious Daddy-Long-Legs who protects and cherishes me. Whenever I went to his office, he'd be sitting in front of his computer and greet me with a smile, saying, "Princess, you're here." Then he'd sit me on his lap and keep working while holding me in his arms. Even while typing, he'd pat my back and stroke my hair. Whenever I was going through a hard time, he helped me and supported me. Whether it was my fault or not, no matter what happened, he just held me tight and told me everything was okay. He told me I could be as weak as I wanted in front of him, that it was okay to cry, and not to suffer alone. To be honest. Every time he did that, he always smelled so good. It wasn't exactly fabric softener or perfume; it was just his own scent. A scent that came from his warm, solid embrace. Just smelling that scent made my heart feel at peace. But if I disturbed him when he was busy, I'd get scolded really hard. I'd get upset after being scolded and go lie face down on the sofa, right? Then he'd finish his work, come over, and say, "Princess, little princess. Are you mad? I'm sorry. Hmm?" while combing my hair with his fingers and massaging my shoulders, then handing me my favorite snacks. ... How could I stay mad after that? Actually, he doesn't really like snacks. He says he just hates sweet things. So all the snacks in the office were for me. If I said I liked something, he'd bring in a whole box of it the next day. But yesterday, he told me to meet him at a cafe. We could have just met at the office. Still, I went without thinking much of it. Do you know what he said as soon as we sat down? “I'm getting married.” I thought it was a joke. I thought he was teasing me to see my reaction. What do you mean, a sudden marriage? But it wasn't a joke. He said the woman is very refined and kind. That she's a very good person. To be honest, I couldn't hear a single word that followed. I know we aren't officially dating, and I know I'm supposed to say congratulations when I hear something like that, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. Since when were you planning to marry her? What was I to you? I remembered what he told me before, so I spoke honestly. I told him I really like him and that I can't be without him. But he just said he was sorry. He told me there are plenty of other good people out there, so I should go and be loved by them. I've only just begun to show him a part of my heart, but he had already decided on his direction a long time ago. Maybe I was never in his life to begin with. I just want to ask one thing. Mister, are you really going to live with that woman for the rest of your life? Can you live the rest of your life without me? And, once you're married, are you going to forget me forever? Are you never going to see me again?