my hopi

Having you is the best thing.

Living with him, I realized just how good he was to me.

He might stay by my side all night because I had a fever, taking care of me and worrying about me.

He might buy me cake, my favorite treat, just because I called him by that endearing nickname, even though he always says those things aren't good for me.

He might feel heartbroken seeing me cry, and he might be afraid of me crying so much that he can't bring himself to be angry.

He might grieve over my danger, punish those who hurt me, and even shed tears and feel heartbroken because of me.

Perhaps that's why I've always felt the desire for him to belong only to me, more than anything, I just want him to always be by my side and protect me. If someone else even slightly touches him or says a few words to him, I immediately feel upset.

It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I'm afraid you'll find someone else, afraid that because of her you'll heartlessly leave me alone in this world.

Because he was always so kind to me, I always had these thoughts:"If one day you regret it, will you choose to escape the mire that is me and find a clear stream, once you've washed away all the dirt, making me completely superfluous, no longer important in your life?"

Because of you, I always try to be almost perfect so that I can be worthy of being by your side, so that outsiders won't say I'm a freeloader, a girl who only relies on you for money.

It's because of you that I have the strength to keep living. At least I can be by your side, travel the world with you, and that's enough for me.