I sat leaning on the school roof with Paijo. We looked at the field which was already filled with students who were venting their joy by scribbling pylox on each other's uniforms and signing autographs on their uniforms.
A tradition that is always carried out at graduation announcements.
I turned to Paijo and smiled.
"Here, you also autograph my uniform!" I gave him a marker so he could put his autograph on my uniform.
With a suppressed smile, Paijo took the marker and opened it. He then turned me around and wrote something on my back.
"Your signature is that long?" I asked confused.
"This is a love letter! Not a signature! Just sign it tomorrow on our marriage certificate!" said Paijo casually.
I decided to keep quiet because I knew it would be pointless to have a serious talk with Paijo right now.
After Paijo finished with her love letter, she returned the marker to me.
