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I have a girlfriend who is my first and last love. We've been in the same class since we were 17, and at first, I found you annoying for always following me around, but I gradually fell for you. I confessed to you when we were 18, and we've been in a sweet relationship for 10 years now. Ah, why my last love? I actually have a heart condition. It's terminal. But I have no regrets. Because I'm still deeply in love with you, my first love. ...I couldn't tell you. No, I chose not to. I don't want to see you cry. You're the person who would be most devastated if I died. You're the one who gets teary-eyed and chokes up even when I just get a small scratch. I had a check-up at the hospital. They told me I don't have much time left and that I should spend it with someone precious. You were the first person who came to mind at the word 'precious.' God, I miss you. I miss you so much I feel like I'm going crazy. Walking down the street with empty eyes, passing by people, most were couples holding hands and laughing about something. It was an afternoon where I missed you even more than usual. I need to get home quickly and hold you tight. As I walked, memories of us flooded back. Our first date; the time you forced me to sing at the karaoke bar even though I said I wouldn't; the day we turned 20 and had our first drink, looking at each other with bewildered faces wondering if this was right; the time it took 5,000 won just to win a single plushie. I found myself smirking. It was like that in school, too. When girls would line up to talk to me, you'd step in to 'protect' me, telling them to move because I was yours. I'm glad I'm still yours. Lost in thought, I suddenly found myself in front of our front door. I debated whether I should tell you this terminal news. I knew you'd cry. You'd ask if I was okay while tearing up. I didn't want to make you cry. From the moment I first confessed until now, I promised myself I'd never make you cry. So, I walked into the house as if nothing was wrong, just like any other day. When I die, please don't come to my funeral.