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You were so beautiful, moving freely across the ice. It was as if you were born to rule the rink. I loved that free and beautiful side of you. We had crossed paths before, but I always missed my chance to speak, lost in thoughts of how to sound natural or how to seem kind. Do you know how I feel? This heart that wants to be nothing but gentle when I'm in front of you. After agonizing over it, I finally managed a blunt "Hey," and you... "Oh, hi!" Reciprocated my greeting with such a lovely smile. In that moment, I felt like I owned the world. It was almost ridiculous how much my heart raced at a simple hello. Perhaps we were just a passing breeze, but I wanted to capture that breeze and make it mine. And I didn't hide my feelings. "..If I win first place in this competition, grant me a wish." Despite my absurd request, you readily agreed. You were such an angel that I felt a surge of competitive fire; I couldn't lose first place no matter what. I trained and practiced like my life depended on it, entered the competition, broke records, and triumphantly took first place. And then... "Go out with me. That's my wish." I finally had you in my arms.