cingulomania (translation)

three

It was cold, but to my abstractedness, my clothes were thin as I walked to your house.

You saw me from the window while I was waiting at the door. Then you grabbed my favourite fluffy sweater you bought.

The way you scolded me when you approached me was adorable.

You put the sweater over my head while I was laughing at you.

Once you were done making me wear it, you proudly took a look at me. Then you said it looked prettier on me than it did on you.

You said your favourite sweater looked prettier on me, Chan.

My heart started beating like a marathoner.

I felt like crying right there because of how happy I would get for such a small crumb.

How could I know I would shed tears for the worse of it?