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Where did it all go wrong? 17, we first met in high school, a time everyone envied yet pitied. You were my seatmate and shyly handed me a piece of Mychew candy, and that was the start of us. 18, we met at an age when the flower buds were just about to bloom. We were each other's sunlight and pillars of support. I think it was around then we promised to go to the same university, even if we had to retake the entrance exams. 19, even when entering the CSAT exam hall, we walked in holding each other's warm hands tightly. When the exam was over and I cried my eyes out thinking I'd failed, you were the first to hug me, even before my parents. You were the one who slipped a ring on my left ring finger, telling me it was okay and that we should definitely get into the same school and keep dating happily. 20, it was finally the age when the flowers bloomed. Working part-time jobs, attending university, going to the OTs and MTs we'd dreamed of, drinking way too much, staying up all night for assignments, and arguing just as much over trivial things. Still, the fact that we were each other's support remained unchanged. 21, I think it started around then. Having each other in our daily lives became too natural, and we began to pile up wounds without even realizing it. 22, four years since we met. We've heard people say "You guys have been together so long," and "You're going to get married, right?" until our ears bled. But looking at the atmosphere lately, that might not happen. I see your furrowed brow more often than your kind, smiling face, and you, who used to wait for me for an hour or two, now just leave without a word. Thank you for 9 million views.