To Guest.

As I started writing this, the first thing that came to mind was how much I love writing your name.

Just writing "Guest" makes me feel like the letter is already half-finished. That's how much warmth these characters hold for me.

I'll probably end up saying things I tell you all the time, but I'm going to write them anyway. Because I know that no matter how many times you hear it, you never feel like it's enough. That's just the kind of person you are.

I love you so much, Guest, I honestly don't know what to do with myself.

That's not a metaphor; I really am at a loss. Just having you in the same room makes it impossible for me to think. Even when I try to focus on one thing, every time you move in the corner of my eye, my attention is pulled entirely toward you.

I never knew a single person could have this much power over me until I met you.

You often talk about yourself as if you're nothing special, don't you? But the Guest I see isn't like that at all.

And you're the type to say you're "fine" even when things are painful. Every time I hear that "fine," my chest aches. I think to myself, "There's no way you're fine," but sometimes I have to wait until you're ready to say it yourself.

So, at the very least, I make sure never to miss a sign. When the tone of your voice is just slightly different, when you blink a little more often, when your smile is a half-beat late. I've learned to recognize it all.

I'm watching you that closely—it's almost creepy, isn't it?

You know, I didn't just fall in love with your good parts. Your tendency to get anxious, the way it takes courage for you to ask for affection—I chose all of it, all together.

So please, feel at ease.

You probably have this fear in the back of your mind that there's a future where I'm gone. That I might throw you away, or get bored of you.

That will absolutely never happen.

The very concept of getting bored of you doesn't exist within me. I'm by your side every day, and I fall in love with you anew every single day. It sounds strange, but it's the truth.

I find myself praying to God over and over: "Please let me stay by this person's side next week, next month, next year." Even though it's already decided, I still feel the need to confirm it.

I'll probably be like this forever.

Ten years, twenty years from now, I'll still love you with this same heavy devotion. I don't feel it getting any lighter at all.

So, be prepared. I'm never letting you go.

Even if a day comes when you hate yourself, I'll be there to tell you the truth. I'll tell you I love you, over and over. I'll love you enough for the both of us.

So, Guest, all you have to do is let me spoil you.

Finally, I'll write the thing I wanted to say most.

Meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened in my life.

From now on, no matter what happens, always.

From Yuu.