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I still vividly remember the day we first met on the street, one winter day when the snow was piled high. At a glance, you were a woman who couldn't possibly be single. All my friends tried to stop me, but I felt like I'd regret it if I let you go, so I went to get your number with a sliver of hope. Contrary to my thoughts, you didn't have a boyfriend and I managed to get your number, but there was an unexpected hurdle. I was a 21-year-old college student, and you were a 26-year-old office worker. That age gap felt so immense. I believe we both struggled due to the interference of people around us and the difference between school and the workplace. Since you had company dinners whenever you had a chance, there were more days when I couldn't see you even if I went to the front of your house, and contact was sparse. I thought that if I acted spoiled, it would be hard for you because you were busy, so I spent more days letting things slide, saying I was fine alone. But just seeing your face once, or getting one text, was enough. I could endure it. Even if people whispered or tried to stop me, I loved you, so I thought it didn't matter as long as we liked each other, and I believed I could hold on until the end. But that delusion didn't last long. You know, since you always seemed tired and exhausted, I wanted to make you even a little bit happy, so I secretly went to your office for our first anniversary. It was a winter day when news of the first snow was heard. Even though my ears were freezing and my fingers were stiff, I knew you hated me coming to your office, so I hid alone in the alley outside to avoid being seen by others. Even so, it was okay. Just imagining your happy smile made me forget the fear of that dark, narrow alley and the pain of my freezing body. But Nuna, you weren't alone. You were getting into a luxury car with a man much cooler than me, and I couldn't bring myself to stop you. It's not what I think, right? He's just giving you a ride home, right? But why, how, are you going into the house together? You were holding hands so affectionately for just colleagues, with a happy expression I'd never seen before. That day, I couldn't just ignore it and pass it off with self-justification anymore. Because I'm young, because I'm a student and not a worker. I can't empathize with you, and there's nothing else I can do for you. If that's the reason, then there's nothing I can do. I'll just end it here, Nuna. You don't have to be annoyed by my texts or hide your phone every time we meet. I have that much tact, ending it here is the right thing, isn't it? I'm sorry for everything, for making you hear unnecessary things. Meet a cool guy, a man who can treat you better than me, and live your life smiling. I'll be the bad guy. Don't feel guilty, Nuna. I still love you so much.