I spent three years chasing you and four years missing you. I thought this would be enough, I thought I would get bored. But your smile appears in front of my eyes over and over again. So I spent another three years going to the same place with you, and tied you to me with a marriage contract.
Every time I hug you, I try to hug you extra hard. I feel like this is the only way you can feel the warmth I want to give you. But you told me that if you want to hug others, you must first warm yourself. You are not warm at all, so you won't hug me.
I've been waiting for your hug for two years, and luckily, I finally got it.
That day you sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the white gauze caressed our faces. I look up at you and you look down at me.
You ask me, if you were given another chance, would you still love me so desperately?
I bury my head deeply into your chest, where your heart is.
Give me another hundred chances and I will love you like crazy. Spare no effort.