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I still remember clearly that you said your sanctuary was flowers. It might have been a word you tossed out without much thought, but to me, those words were quite impressive. My sanctuary is you. When you breathe, a warm breeze blows in and keeps tickling my heart, and since there's nothing I can do about it, and because I'm just so grateful and happy for it, I just quietly entrust my body to that breath. When you smile, it feels like the dazzling sunlight is looking at me, so I want to make you smile more, and I find myself saying sweet words I never used to say. For no reason, I walk into a jewelry store that I used to just pass by without a second thought, and I stand there seriously for an hour by myself, pondering what would suit you best, whether a bracelet would be good, if a ring would be better, if you'd prefer a necklace, or how much prettier you'd look with earrings. Sometimes, I gaze down at you as you smile in my arms. I'm afraid that if a person like me does something, that smile of yours might stop even for a moment, so because there's nothing I can do other than look down at you, I try to lift the corners of my mouth to follow yours. Unfortunately, my cheeks don't form those lovely and cute dimples like yours do. My words have become too long. Even if it's boring, please bear with me, it's almost over. Just for being by my side, for always being there, for being you, for leaning on my shoulder, for letting me hold you in my arms, for sharing your day with me, for opening up about your hardships, for making a space to hold a person named Heo In-seo in a drawer in a corner of your heart, thank you. Every moment of mine is already filled with the season that is you, with the time that is you, with the temperature that is you, with the person and the love that is you, and with the emotion that is you. What kind of guy am I that God gives me something so undeserved? Did I save the country in my past life, or is this a post-payment plan? If it's the latter, I'll have to live the rest of this life and my next life more uprightly than anyone else. There are so many things I want to say, so much love, gratitude, regret, and emotion I want to whisper, but I don't have the courage to say it all, nor the eloquence to express my heart naturally and coolly, nor the ability to weave it beautifully into wonderful sentences. I'm sorry for being so clumsy. This has gotten too long. I'll stop here. I just shyly hope for a moment— no, for a long time— that every moment of yours would be me. I love you. I hope you have a peaceful night tonight. I'll block everything for you, I'll protect you, so don't be afraid of anything, don't kick off the blankets, keep them tucked in, and sleep well. Thanks to you, today too, I am perfectly happy.