I made an amulet bag

The day I messaged him on LINE for the first time in a while.
For about a month and a half since that day, it was fun and happy, and his physical and mental health were good and stable.
Three days after that day was the Harvest Moon, so I sent him a photo of the moon.
He replied, "I can see it."
I was drinking at the time, so I was a little tipsy. I assumed he was outside moon-viewing, so I sent a message saying,
"It's beautiful. I wanted to moon-view with you, so I came outside."
And he replied,
"I meant I can see the photo well. I can barely go outside."

From that day on, I kept taking photos and sending them to him every day. I kept sending him the sky, the sun, the moon, and seasonal scenery that could only be seen at that moment.
He didn't always reply to them, but I looked forward to seeing them marked as read.
I was happy to be able to confirm that he was still alive today.

And so...
One day, he sent me a photo of himself, keeping in mind the tips and ways to take photos that I had mentioned.
He was someone who took wonderful, professional-level photos, and I had always watched his posts.
The photo he sent me is my precious treasure.

There was a time when he complimented the photos I took, and when I realized he was really looking at them, I thought he was a truly sincere and kind person who accepts other people's feelings.
I fell in love with him even more.

A secret conversation just between the two of us. It was a short time, but a wonderful memory. Thank you for finding me.
Today is the day he was born.
Please stay by my side forever.