I met him when I was at my most ignorant age.
I thought that even if I walked through the sea of knives and fire, I would eventually come to him, let him hug me, and then act coquettishly, saying that I was so tired, and I couldn't get up because of you.
I have many, many plans.
He is in every future of mine.
I think people who love each other should grow old together, go through hardships, and then in their later years sit on a wicker chair with a cat and a thick book and argue about who should wash the dishes tonight.
"Hey. Who should wash the dishes?"