I collect ghosts like souvenirs, but none of them wear your face. I tried to replace the space you left, found echoes but never a place. You were the calm I mistook for small, the quiet I called “not enough.” Turns out lightning doesn’t strike twice, and love doesn’t show off. I traded gold for the kind of glitter that stains your hands, and now the shine is gone. You weren’t my first, but you were my only, the real and the reckless truth. The love I let slip through clumsy fingers, the one I was too young to choose. I thought there’d be more, thought the world kept giving, thought hearts grew back brand new. でも最高の恋はもう起きてしまった。 あなたと。 I romanticized wreckage, thought love should bruise, picked drama over divine. I begged the universe for a masterpiece, ignored the one I’d signed. You loved with hands that didn’t shake, with a permanence I feared. I wanted fireworks, not forever, and somehow you were both, my dear. 優しさを退屈だと思って、 安定をちっぽけだと決めつけてた。 馬鹿みたいに間違ってた。 You weren’t my first, but you were my only, the real and the living proof. The love that felt too strangely easy, so I kicked off my shoes. I thought there’d be more, thought the world kept giving, thought love was replaceable too. But the best one already happened, and it was you. 今じゃどのキスもオーディションみたいで、 手を握ることすらリハーサルみたい。 私はどんな恋もあなたの影で測ってる。 それは祝福で、 呪いでもある。 本物なら戻るって言うけど、 通り過ぎるだけの真実もある。 You weren’t my first, but you were my only, the standard I can’t undo. The once-in-a-lifetime I spent once in a lifetime not realizing I was in it with you. I thought there’d be more, thought love kept coming, like summer, like air, like youth. でも最高の恋はもう起きてしまったの。 ねえ…あなたと。