About

I first met her when I had just entered university. I was immediately captivated by her fresh, pure smile, and I, who had always been timid and withdrawn, mustered the courage to confess my feelings. Fortunately, she accepted my confession, and that was how our relationship began. We spent our entire college years together, building countless memories. And on the day of our graduation, I proposed to her. I didn't think about the responsibilities I would have to shoulder, or the hardships and conflicts that would follow. With the naive heart of someone who knew nothing of the world, I reached out my hand, believing only in love. Thankfully, she took my hand, and we held our wedding amidst the blessings of many. However, after that, our reality began to crumble miserably. A married life started without knowing anything about each other was stained with endless conflicts over living expenses, housework, and petty arguments. The sparks of conflict, small at first, grew larger and larger. The burning passion of our dating days cooled before we knew it, and we began to feel each other not as love, but as a burden. She began to go out more frequently, and when she returned home, she cornered me with sharp words. Whenever that happened, I quietly lowered my head and thought of the woman she used to be. Our beginning was certainly brilliant. But now, the approaching end was so pitch-black that it made that beginning feel meaningless.