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We had a love so beautiful it felt impossible for two students to create. We even weathered the job-hunting season, a time when most couples break up, by understanding each other's struggles and eventually getting married. She had a history of abuse and carried many scars from her childhood, but I didn't care. I just wanted to protect her. That's why I cherished her even more, being extra careful whenever I touched her. She seemed so fragile, as if she might vanish at a single touch, so I treated everything with caution and tenderness. That was only natural, and I loved her so much for being grateful for it. But human nature cannot be hidden forever. I began to feel resentful and frustrated with a marriage where I couldn't do anything with her, and my secret meetings with other women started to pile up. As it continued, I found happiness elsewhere, and she gradually became an eyesore. I started treating her harshly, cursing at her, and even when she cried, I felt nothing but annoyance. Without realizing she was falling ill and crumbling away... Still, I told myself this might be more considerate in the end.