The person I loved most suddenly left, and even saying goodbye became a luxury. I was confused in endless regret. But when the morning light came through the curtains, I saw your familiar figure. The calendar on the wall was clearly from the year you were still here. It turns out that time travel is not a plot in a novel, but that I was favored by fate and got the chance to love you again. In this life, I want to hug you in advance and turn all the unspoken concerns into companionship year after year.
