Maxwell was an eight-year-old boy who loved nothing in the world more than books. He often called football "a game for fools," mocking the way others were obsessed with it. But… there was one exception in his quiet little world: A girl. The daughter of his mother’s friend.

He was completely smitten by her. He would go with her everywhere—shopping, playing, exploring little adventures together with hearts full of wonder. He’d always hold the umbrella over her head like she was royalty, and clear the path for her as if the whole world existed for her comfort. Though she was only six years old, the bond they shared was something time couldn’t define—too young to understand love, yet somehow… they felt it.

To her, he was a tiny knight in shining armor. To him, she was a home he didn’t want to leave.

One rainy afternoon, as they walked back from the market, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear: "My little troublemaker... I hope you never go anywhere without me—not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Even when we grow up… let’s stay together."

Then gently, he kissed her cheek—a soft, innocent kiss that felt like a silent promise only they would understand.