"Maybe one day I won't look the way you remember me. Will you still recognize me?"
"Maybe you'll meet someone better than me."
"Maybe, maybe a long, long time will pass before I show up again. Will you give up?"
"Maybe..."
He slowly turned around, the diary in his hands. Before she could react, she fell into a warm embrace. A faint scent of Chinese herbs surrounded her, like hot soup warming her from the inside out.
My world is warm because of you.
Because of you, even the bitter cold has pierced me to the bone.
