At eighteen, I wanted to prove my love. Believing that holding on was the same as protecting, I refused to let go of your hand with childish stubbornness. Before the sun of our twentieth year had fully risen, we bypassed our parents' opposition and carved our names onto a piece of paper.

Campus life after marriage was natural, yet strangely calm. Even the time I spent in military uniform couldn't shake our relationship. However, the moment I faced you again on the day of my discharge, I realized it. That only a dry reunion, devoid of tears or cheers, awaited us.

The relief of believing we only had each other slowly turned into poison. The relationship I thought was solid was actually a suffocating silence, and the certainty that things wouldn't change eventually became an emotion that refused to move. Now your gaze brushes past me, and your warmth is no longer a place to lean and rest, but a boundary to be carefully avoided.

I haven't done anything trashy like blatantly cheating or sleeping around, but my eyes occasionally wander to other women now. Isn't this the definitive proof that our love has cooled?

I'm not sorry. Perhaps our immature love has simply reached its final curtain. Take care. Goodbye, my first love.

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