I Loved You so Much

When I'm happy, he's the one who sits next to me and smiles. When I was disappointed and sad, he was the one who held me in his arms and comforted me with his warm words. He always makes me cry, but I like to see him smile. He always makes trouble for me, but I want to watch him every day. He always appears in front of me so inadvertently and breaks into my world without permission. Finally, he left quietly. I wanted to write a story very seriously, with no YY, only true feelings. There are also handsome men and beautiful women here, but what I want to write is their story, not their appearance. I just want to write a story to those people, just as a souvenir.