"Fany?" I called her attention. She was staring at the sky with that innocent smile plastered on her face. Beautiful is the only word that can describe a woman like her. I squeezed her hand slightly and it took a moment before she turned her gaze to me. Damn, those eyes simply make my knees go weak. She was sitting opposite of me; we were on a ferris wheel ride. A date, perhaps. After 6 months of not being with her, it felt like we were a new couple in love.

"Yes?" She answered me sweetly in a calm tone; she looked like she was enjoying her time but then I wanted to be clingy to her.

"Do you love me?" I asked, pretending that I didn't know the answer.

"What kind of question is that, silly!" She laughed lightly and hit me on the shoulder with her free hand because the other one was being held by my hand. Soft and slender, yes. The only pair of hands that I wanted to hold for the rest of my life.

"Why? Don't you love me anymore?" I pouted pitifully at her; she just scrunched her nose and rolled her eyes playfully before she answered with a smile. "Of course, I love you!"

"...so much?"

"So much that you can't even measure it." I swear that my smile wouldn't be appropriate to be painted because it looked so maniacal and..extreme. It has always been extreme happiness whenever I'm with my wife. I love her so much that I couldn't even think of joining the army again and abandon this perfect girl in front of me.

She stared at me with her eyesmile flashing from her eyes while my dimples were exposing themselves to her. The moment was silent yet our eyes spoke a million words that couldn't be written on a thin paper. All I felt was true love and care. She was the one for me and I want to live with her for the rest of my life. Caressing her cheeks, she slowly put her hand on mine as well, brushing her thumb lightly on my cheek.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Where? Here? Come out, ghost. I'm not afraid of you." the word ghost shocked me. I thought we talked about mentioning ghosts in front of me; they're my phobias.

"Baby?" She called me with our petname. Call us gross but that's how it works.

"Yes?"

"If one day I die...can you live without me?" it was a shocking question coming out from her. Though the question itself was kind of...scary. Is she going to leave me soon? I hope not. And she better not leave me no matter what because I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Why are you asking me about that?"

"Just tell me...I want to know."

"...No. If someone's going to die then I want to die first. If I don't have you, I can't go on." I answered with full honestly. The question simply made me go to the brink of my tears because I really, really can't imagine my life without her. I wouldn't be the Siwon that I am today without her. She's the one who helped me build my own courage and identity; she's simply my life. The woman that got me stupidly in love with.

"But...If I died first, you'll find another husband with that big of yours."  I added with a joke. That was when I saw a shine at the corner of her eye. Tears.

And I know why she wanted to cry... because I know that she's just a...