Maybe I fell in love with you on the fairy-tale Christmas Island. Maybe everything like this may become a reality, but it may also be out of reach. I don't know when I gradually discovered that your promise has made me unable to erase it from my heart. Maybe you should believe the saying "The worst thing is to miss the person who was once there." I can't go back to the past now, and I will never be the same person again. Maybe it will be those inadvertent little things that can change me. Perhaps what makes me feel warm and fulfilled in my heart is your every move that is as noble and elegant as a Nordic palace. Sometimes I really want to hold hands with you through every winter, summer, spring and autumn, just like we promised, lying together on the grass in the Netherlands, feeling the warmth of the spring breeze, watching the fairy-tale windmills turning gently; eating your specially made chocolate pudding by the lake in summer; kicking autumn leaves in the forest together, looking for those leaves with special colors; skiing on a reindeer sleigh in Finland together, listening to your laughter. Sometimes I really want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, abandon the present and worldliness, and live with you in a quiet little village, carefree. There has always been a question buried in my heart. My contradictory heart wants to know the answer, but is afraid of hearing your denial, "Do you still love me or hate me now?"