The Confessor #WeeklyShortShortNote

"Are you really going to 'send off' this love for me?"
"Yes. I am a send-off specialist, so I will send your feelings of love up to the sky. When you wake up, you will have completely forgotten about such painful love."
"Then I ask it of you. You must think it strange for an old woman like me to have worries about her first love."
"Not at all."
"I lived a life without even a hint of romance, but I met him in May. You see, he..."
I gently held my hand over Yae-san as she spoke and told her to rest.
Yae-san let out a soft yawn and drifted off into a dream.
When she wakes up, she will have forgotten that first love entirely.
Just as she always has.
A life without even a hint of romance?
Hardly.
Yae-san, you are a hopeless romantic.
How many times have I 'sent off' your 'first love'?
You cry that it is painful, cling to me, and then go home having forgotten everything.
Without ever even looking at my own feelings.

If only I could be a confessor instead of a send-off specialist—

No, it is better this way.
I want you to keep living just as you are.

But please, just for now while you are asleep, allow me to become a confessor.

I love you, I whispered as I gently pressed my lips to hers.

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