When had it been? That I began to notice you around me, trying to make me notice something. That distinctive red hair, the emotions of your music, that lit a flame in my heart and make me want something I had never asked for?

I sit here reflecting, while the snowflakes fall down. Slowly and surely, they begin to make a little clump. Sticking together like friends would, regardless of who steps on them, they'll always be together. Even if they have to melt away into spring – they've disappeared off, together.

In my room alone, I recall all those short memories. All with that noticeable red hair. As you valiantly tried to free me from the cupboard, or support me while I was sick, you were there, nevertheless. Sticking to me like the snow sticks to each other.

I hear you're successful now. You've continued the violin, gotten well known. People wonder why you're single, you tell them the story of a special someone. You never reveal who that is, and I wonder why...

Is it because I'm not good enough for you or something? When you're with me alone, it's a different matter.

You tell me I shouldn't care. But I do. On today of all days, I wonder for the hundredth time, why I do.

And for the hundredth time, I know my answer. It's because I love you.