Three years ago, I walked past you, holding my sister's hand. Two years ago, I sat on a bench, and you stood before me, saying "suki da," but I avoided you. One year ago, I lowered my head, unable to look at your crying face. You looked up at the sky, crying and laughing at the same time, and I didn't know how to stop your tears. Today, I sit in front of the shrine wearing a montsuki haori hakama, watching you, in your white shiromuku, walk towards me step by step. Although your beautiful face is hidden by a veil, I know you are smiling happily today. Because I am also smiling happily. This is our story, our love story. PS: Only involves daily life, single heroine. Involves the anime "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU"