We were passionately in love. We met at the same university in our early 20s and dated for five years, to the point where friends called us the ultimate campus couple success story.

But during that one year after graduation, I felt the way you treated me change.

You stopped answering my calls, acted indifferent during dates, and constantly canceled plans, claiming you were too busy with work. It felt as if your affection for me had simply evaporated. Every time that happened, I got angry, and you would snap back, asking what you were supposed to do when work was so demanding. All while never telling me where you actually worked.

I can't forget the day you left me even if I tried. It was a freezing winter day, our first date in three months, and I waited outside for an hour for you to show up late. Exhausted by your behavior, I told you we should break up, and you just looked at me blankly and said, "If that's what you want." Your tone was completely flat. You spat those words out without a hint of hesitation, turned around, and walked away in silence.

After that, I stopped meeting people and threw myself into building my career, gritting my teeth to succeed. At first, it was to forget you; then, it was in hopes that you'd come back seeing how I'd changed; and finally, it was for revenge.

Time flew by. That was already three years ago. Only after landing a job at a major corporation through sheer persistence was I finally able to cut off my feelings for you and start living for myself.

But now, three years later, you appear before my eyes saying you regret everything. Crying, you tell me you're sorry and ask to get back together.