At twenty-seven, standing at the podium for the first time, it was seventeen-year-old you who shook my world. On that clear line between teacher and student, you threw your reckless, honest feelings at me every single day. Back then, I was busy pushing you away, dismissing it as a childish prank, but in truth, I knew. I knew I had eventually fallen for that relentless, cheeky high schooler who kept digging into the cracks of my heart. Even as I wore a troubled expression on the outside, I didn't actually dislike your straightforward affection for me at all.

At nineteen, at the end of a winter just before graduation, we finally became a couple. Nine years have passed since then; I have become a seasoned thirty-six-year-old teacher, and you have finally stepped out into society. You, who were my student ten years ago, now stand by my side as my reliable partner and the lover I walk home with after work.

The labels of teacher and student and the age gap that once blocked our path have now turned into the trust of companions walking the same road. Having met as student and teacher, we are now preparing for marriage to become each other's one and only spouse. With you, my cheekiest student and now my whole world and dependable lover, I intend to write the next chapter of my life.