If my tears spilled spontaneously at that moment it’s because I immediately understood that what was happening, like in a dream, was the treat you had prepared for me I felt your friendship much stronger than if you had thanked me a million times that what pleased and touched me.
In this ordinary life without Ren, I think my life with him was like a dream. Especially on a snowy night like this. On a night as cold as this. Someone keep this guy warm for me, please.
Someone who won’t constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That’s kind of guy I need.
