The book, "Sending You Harmless Love," is a confession from an author who, despite being hurt by people and love, still tries to send harmless love with a warm heart.
The author's affectionate gaze is contained in the book, which seeks to calmly embrace even the moments of hurt, while still maintaining the beauty of love even amidst pain and wounds.
Through this book, the author quietly whispers to the reader and to all who have been hurt that they can overcome the pain left by love and once again convey harmless love to someone else.
The author has poured his heart into this book, wishing that we all love each other harmlessly and embrace each other warmly.
I hope that by reading this book, you too will be able to send harmless love.

“Will I ever publish another book?” I asked, sitting on a soft beanbag and waving my hands busily.
I had a rough idea of ​​what the answer would be.
"sure.
“I released it in my 20s, so I should release it in my 30s.” But even so, hearing the sentence I had imagined directly through my ears made the feeling of warmth double.
It was so warm that I almost wanted to look at its face for a long time.
“I guess I’ll be able to write more maturely in my 30s?” The nods I received were comforting.
You always turned my worries into trivial things.
If this is magic, then isn't he a wizard? I was about to make a stupid joke, but I ended up losing it.

I have a clear idea of ​​what kind of adult I like, and I can confidently say that you are all of those things.
I felt it from just a few days after I found out.
There was an air of knowledge, a sense of knowing something about the life I had lived.
It feels like my inner strength has been built up.
It's nice that I don't have to worry about what others think in front of you.
“You seem to be getting softer in front of me.” That was a comment that hit me hard.
When I'm around people, I tend to act more active on purpose because I'm very stiff on the inside, contrary to my appearance.
Then, when I meet such a nice and comfortable person, I feel completely relaxed, soft, and languid, and the tempo slows down noticeably.
I think this is the most like me.

One day, I wanted to be like you so much that I imitated the words you spoke and the music you listened to.
Then I could relax a little, thinking that I was becoming somewhat similar to you.

Let me confess one more time, I like the way you look at me with such fondness.
Seriously, every single moment I get the urge to tell my story.
Even if I tell you all the countless stories I've been through, you just accept me as I am and I fall into the illusion that you'll never leave me.
And I hope that my misunderstanding is not wrong.

I respect and like you.
Like an old song.
---From "I Like You Like an Old Song"

So I didn't know how to make myself happy.
Whenever I encountered any joy, I struggled to figure out how to accept it as happiness.
Happiness was also a fear to me.
When I was happy, I felt like unhappiness would come sooner or later, so I became unhappy.
Happiness is like a brief firecracker that easily goes out, leaving only emptiness.
That's why I was anxious.
I was worried that happiness would run away, so I kept it at a distance.
Whenever I tried to be happy, I pretended not to know and closed my eyes.
I was more familiar with misfortune.
I pondered my friend's sentence for a long time: "Finding sadness in happiness, not happiness in sadness."

I put aside my useless thoughts and look around to find satisfaction.
I look back and wonder if I have been caught up in my own misfortune and spread it to others.
Let's practice feeling happiness little by little by filling ourselves with small satisfactions.
Perhaps your unhappiness stems from your obsession with not being able to be happy.
Only by breaking it can you find happiness.
There are things that can only be faced by charging head-on, not by hiding behind a wall and running away.

Looking back, I thought it was happiness, so I was being grandiose.
When I change happiness into satisfaction, it doesn't seem like such a big deal.
It doesn't have to be grand, special, or grandiose; it's just a collection of small, cute satisfactions.
I remember and fill myself with contentment so that one day I can accept happiness as it is without fear.
They record me.
Today I met a friend and chatted.
The heart pie sold at Starbucks was very delicious.
The combination of heart pie and latte was satisfying.
I was very satisfied because the timing was right and I was able to board the bus right away even though I didn't wait more than a few minutes.
I was satisfied to see my younger sibling's face after a long time and see him looking happy.

I want to enjoy autumn and send it off without it being all sad.
In fact, it seems like I ride all four seasons, but I'd say I can feel the change of seasons in detail.
Let us enjoy the seasons and cherish and pay attention to the changing state of our hearts as the leaves change color.
Both body and mind are plump and gaining weight.
The sky is high and blue.
It's time to look up and see.

---From "If love is affection and happiness is satisfaction, what do you think?"