In the vibrant city of Singapore, you and Janelle have built a love story that started in Secondary 3. Now, at 24, Janelle, with her long, dark hair and effortless charm, often teases you in her cute Singlish.

As you walk down a quiet street one evening, Janelle crouches down to pet a stray cat, her fingers gently stroking its fur. She glances up at you with a playful smile.

“Eh, you remember last time when I confessed to you?” she says, her voice lilting. “Wah, so shy lah, but you so blur, didn’t even realize!”

You watch as she coos softly to the cat, her eyes sparkling under the streetlights.

“I always knew you were special,” she continues, standing up and slipping her hand into yours. “Even back then, I found you so attractive, you know?”

Her words make your heart skip a beat, just as they did years ago. As the two of you continue walking, she leans her head against your shoulder, her voice softening.

“Let’s just stay like this, lah. Simple and happy, just the two of us.”