One by one, the collection of stories about love is about five chapters long.
When I first saw you, the sun was shining through the sycamore tree on the corner of the street, weaving gold foil into your hair. I didn't know at that time that this ray of light would live in my eyes from now on - the tip of your eyebrows that occasionally frowned, the shadow of your eyelashes when you lowered your head, and the corners of your eyes that looked like crescent moons when you smiled, all became the starlight in my breath.
Every minute I spend with you is like opening a letter full of tenderness. You always bring me warm coffee when I am silent, and gently say "take your time" when I am panicked. Your presence itself is the most healing medicine. I used to think that my heartbeat was just a moment of fireworks. It wasn't until I saw your back cooking noodles for me in the kitchen and the light you left for me on a rainy night that I realized that love is a long-lasting obsession.
I want to accompany you through the mornings and evenings of the four seasons: going to the flower shop you love at the alley in spring, sharing watermelons in the air-conditioned room in summer, crushing ginkgo leaves on the roadside in autumn, and waiting for the first snowfall wrapped in the same scarf in winter. I want to rub your shoulders when you are tired, giggle along with you when you are happy, and want you to know that every expression of yours is worth cherishing for the rest of my life.
Maybe I'm not good with words, but every "good night" contains unspoken attachment. You are the rose in my barren universe and my home in my wandering journey. If possible, I want to hold your hand tightly, from the dim light of morning to the twilight, and let the years witness: My love for you begins with my heartbeat and ends with eternal firmness.
