53 years old, this summer, I'm in the middle of a long-distance relationship.

Before I die, I want to meet you properly and touch you with these fingers.

I told a senior expert in strength training about that.

She smiled kindly and said,

"Everyone finds someone."

"There is someone out there for you, too."

"It's just not your time yet."

I believe those words.

I've lost 10kg.

I'm still continuing my strength training.

During my medical checkup, in the lung capacity test,

"Are you an athlete?"

I was asked.

My large lungs and heart were praised.

Even my bones were praised.

And yet.

I cannot meet you.

Every single day, I am searching.

Even when I'm in town.

Even at the office.

In front of the mirror.

In the bath.

At the gym.

Even though you shouldn't be in a place like this.

While changing the angle of the light.

In the morning, too.

At night, too.

Where are you?

Everyone says.

"If you keep at it, you'll meet eventually."

"No need to rush."

It's as if it's a romantic consultation.

It's about "abs".

We are so close right now.
(In fact, you're inside my belly.)

And yet, I'm in the middle of a long-distance relationship.

Until the day I can meet you, touch you.

Every day, I diligently keep doing crunches.

If you ever meet that person, tell them.

That I've been waiting for 53 years.

And that I was doing planks quite energetically...

Once again this year,

It looks like I won't be able to see you, summer of 2026. Break!

My stomach.

*Even if my abs don't show up, I'm still buying a swimsuit.
Because summer is coming.

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