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・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ ➳ You would show him just how much he meant to you, no matter the distance
Before Taesan left for the tour, your life together was a beautiful, predictable rhythm of love and companionship. You both lived in a cozy apartment nestled in a bustling part of the city. Your days were filled with laughter, spontaneous adventures, and the comfort of each other's presence.
Mornings started with Taesan waking up first, his arms still wrapped around you from the night before. He gently kissed your forehead, causing you to stir and smile even in your sleep. "Good morning, sunshine," he whispered, his voice tender and warm. You slowly opened your eyes, greeting him with a sleepy smile. "Morning, love."
You both had a routine you cherished. Taesan, being the better cook, made breakfast—pancakes on Sundays and omelets on weekdays. You sat on the counter, sipping your coffee, watching him with admiration. "You know," you said playfully, "you're the best chef I've ever known." He laughed and shook his head, flipping a pancake with a flourish. "Only because I've had the best muse."
Your weekends were sacred. You visited the local farmer's market, hand in hand, picking out fresh produce and flowers. You had a favorite café where you spent hours talking about everything and nothing. You loved your corner booth; it was a place where you could watch the world go by and dream about your future together.
One particular Sunday, you were at the café, and the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over everything. You were animatedly talking about a new project at work, your eyes sparkling with excitement. Taesan watched you, his heart swelling with love and pride. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "I'm so proud of you. You're amazing."
Your evenings were equally cherished. You cooked dinner together, dancing around the kitchen to your favorite songs. After dinner, you curled up on the couch, watching movies or reading books. Taesan often strummed his guitar, playing soft melodies that filled your home with a sense of peace. You lay your head on his lap, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the music.
As the tour approached, a sense of urgency crept into your lives. You clung to your routines, trying to savor every moment together. One night, as you lay in bed, Taesan pulled you close. "I'm going to miss this so much," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "I'm going to miss you."
Your heart ached at the thought of being apart. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to memorize the feel of him. "I'll miss you too, Taesan. But we'll get through this. I know we will."
The day before he left, you spent every second together. You revisited all your favorite spots, took long walks, and discussed your future. That night, you laid on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, tears streaming down your faces. You didn't need words; your love spoke volumes.
