It was a rainy day.

I ducked into a small pavilion to escape the sound of rain dripping from the eaves. Back then, I feared nothing in this world, and I certainly didn't believe in things like love.

And there you were, right in front of me.

When I first saw you sitting quietly, brushing the dampness from your sleeves, strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Since that day, I learned for the first time how to wait for someone, I learned for the first time how to let one person's smile shake my heart, and for the first time... I came to know something called love.

But why did it have to be you?

The first person I ever loved, the person I wanted to love for the rest of my life— I never imagined the time you could stay by my side was already decided.

It is raining again today.

Suddenly, I think of the pavilion from that day. Your face, which I first encountered amidst the sound of rain, is still vivid before my eyes.

Even now, as I write this letter to you, I want to believe.

That just like that day, the rain will stop, and you will sit before me and smile once again.

So, I want you to remember at least this.

When I was a scoundrel who knew nothing of love my whole life, the person who first taught me how to love was you.

And the first person I ever loved,

was also you, until the very end.