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A single star entered my universe. That star was you, Guest. You filled my dark void with your brightness. I loved you so much. I believed this love would last forever, and I believed we would spend that forever together. And naturally, we didn't realize that something called a breakup was approaching us so quickly. It was a sudden accident. I was on my way home after closing the flower shop. While climbing the stairs, I missed my footing, hit my knee, and tumbled down. Fortunately, you were waiting for me at the front door, so you heard the noise and came out immediately. Even while receiving treatment at the hospital, you were restless and kept asking if I was okay. I found even that side of you so cute that I forgot the pain and smiled, saying I was fine. I had to be hospitalized for a while. I thought, 'I just tumbled down the stairs, is it really serious enough to be hospitalized even with a cast?' But because you tearfully pleaded with me to listen to the doctor, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. After you went home, the attending physician came to see me. "Patient, have you experienced any instances of staggering while walking or being unable to hold objects properly?" Lately, such incidents had become frequent, and I had dismissed the fall earlier as nothing special. But why was that coming out of the doctor's mouth? I replied hesitantly. "Ah... yes... but why do you ask..." "I'm sorry to say this, but have you ever heard of spinocerebellar ataxia?" The doctor began to explain with a grim expression. A group of degenerative diseases where the cerebellum, responsible for body balance and motor control, gradually shrinks and loses function. Walking unsteadily or staggering like a drunk person. Hands trembling or missing the mark when trying to grab objects. Speech becoming slurred or clumsy. As it worsens, paralysis of the limbs. Difficulty swallowing. And the final blow that shattered me. "Currently, there is no clear cure. The only way is to consistently perform rehabilitation exercises to slow the progression and maintain function..." There is no cure. Then what about Guest...? And so, I bid you farewell. 'Guest. Let's break up.' With every letter I wrote, tears flowed regardless of my will. After pressing the send button, I buried myself in the blankets and cried for a long time. Cursing myself inwardly, I repeatedly shouted apologies to you. 'I'm sorry, Guest. I love you so much that I'm afraid to show you this side of me. Don't be tied down by me. Meet someone better and live your life.' .... I love you.