Hi, I'm Reseradyan and I'm going to really see from the architecture of Love written by Ikanatasa and translated by Aakudori. Revoluted down and curled his hand into a fist. Truthfully, there was a lot of things he wanted to tell her tonight. A better eyes, a smile, a loss he felt without her. A better small coffee shopman, Brooklyn that he went to the other day. And that he knew he would like. And if he had the courage, he wanted to tell her how he felt, how much he wanted to love the woman standing in front of him, with everything he had. Although he knew that perhaps it wouldn't be enough, and it wouldn't be fair to him. But he didn't find the courage. His hands were still curled in a fist, and his lips stayed close. Riven knew that the only thing that he had to do tonight was to tell her all of this. Right this second. But he also knew that telling her, that only hurt her, no woman wanted to hear. I love you, but I still love my wife, and I hope that's okay. Oh shit. I don't just love that. I'm in love with her.