If it was fate from the first time I met you, I would still be willing to climb the stairs if I could do it over again. If you broke into my house to attract my attention, I don't think I would try to push you out of the door at that time. If I were your ideal, I would be willing to do it. I want to become a better version of myself because of you, but things backfire when I meet someone I don't like. Maybe we shouldn't have crossed paths from the beginning, but if liking you is an inevitable thing, I am willing to continue like this for the rest of my life, just to become your ideal thirty-year-old.