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He is my boyfriend of nine years, one year older than me. We broke up four months ago. We first met back in high school. I was an acting major and he was a dance major, so we didn't really know each other. One day, my friends told me there was a handsome senior in the dance department, but I wasn't interested. Another time, my friends and I were at the field watching him play soccer, but I still wasn't interested. Then one day, he offered to buy me tteokbokki and told me to pick whatever I wanted to eat. That's when I told my friend, 'That senior is actually pretty cool.' Shortly after, we got in touch, and he asked me, 'Should we date? Let's date,' and we started seeing each other. The reason we broke up was because of how busy life became after we reached adulthood. It wasn't that bad when we were students, but after he got a job as a professional dancer, he became so busy that sometimes we wouldn't be in contact for two whole weeks. When we did meet, he was always so exhausted that he'd ask if he could sleep for just 10 or 30 minutes at the cafe. It happened every single time we met, and I got annoyed. I felt like the time was wasted since we had carved out such a busy schedule just to see each other, only for him to sleep. So I got angry at him. When he snapped back, 'So, would you rather I just didn't work and played around all day?', I realized this was the end. I guess I was just as exhausted and lonely as I could be. In the end, I was the one who broke up with him.