The love of sleeping in the same bed as a child
When we met again twenty years later, we still slept in the same bed.
Twenty years ago, on a snowy winter day, I was ignorant but confirmed that I liked you, which was perhaps the most innocent love among children.
Twenty years later, on a snowy winter day, I am firm and convinced that I like you, not friendship, but love that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Purpose: Redemption text, sweet text