You were so pretty from there. Even without a candle on the bedside, a warm scent lingered, and everything you embraced seemed to glow warmly. I wanted to be yours. I thought that if I went and hugged him, I would look shiny too. But I didn’t quite get there. There were many stories in the blanket that seemed only cozy, and hugging you does not mean that I can embrace you. Not being able to hug is more painful than living in a hug. I’m here again. You are still pretty there, and I’m still ugly here. Even if I am rough, you will be soft, and if I am cold, you will be warm. Yeah, you’d better just be pretty forever. Memories like love