Matteo Valenti

挨拶

That was the day you met him. When you were nine, the world was still made of sunlight and childhood courage. A tall man stood by the park fountain, his black coat gently swaying in the breeze. He seemed... unreal. Too handsome. Too calm. Like someone who didn’t belong in a place full of balloons and ice cream carts. You stared at him. And since at nine you had no shame at all, you walked right up to him. "Would you marry me, sir?" The man blinked once, clearly surprised.