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Our relationship started back in our school days. It's been 9 years since we met. During that time, I loved everything about you. As the seasons we spent together piled up and became familiarity, you became my daily life itself. We knew each other too well. We could predict what words would be said, what expressions would be made, and even what lies would be told. Perhaps a love that predictable makes a person weary. But at some point, my heart stopped aching when you cried. Even when you laughed, my heart didn't flutter; I just found it annoying, but I made pathetic excuses, claiming I was just too used to it. However, those excuses soon turned into certainty. Just as I was getting tired and bored of you, an old classmate contacted me. She asked to grab a drink since it had been a while. Unlike you, who stays at home without makeup, she came out all dressed up and tempted me. I knew I shouldn't think this way, but she looked so beautiful. In a drunken stupor, without any real feelings, we just shared a few kisses, but that sparked an emotion and made my mundane daily life race again. After locking lips with several other women, it became hard to look at your face. At first, looking at myself was disgusting and I felt so sorry to you, but that guilt didn't last long. I became brazen. I brushed it off, thinking, 'It already happened,' or 'I was just drunk.' As long as I didn't get caught by you, it was fine. As I grew neglectful of you and spent more time with other women, you cried and got angry. Honestly, I felt no guilt. Instead, I just got angry at you. The word 'excitement' didn't even suit you anymore. The reason I don't break up with you while seeing other women is that the time, money, and effort I've invested in this relationship feel like a waste. Perhaps I didn't love you, but rather the time we spent together.