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If only I could turn back time, I would. Back to the day you used to look at me with eyes full of affection. Ours was an arranged marriage. We were forced into it. I could see you hated me, and I hated you too. I thought that would make things simple. But you kept approaching me, trying to get close. No matter how coldly I treated you or how much I hurt you, you always smiled brightly. Every time I saw that, my heart felt unsettled. I hated that feeling, so I pushed you away even harder, calling you disgusting. Then one day, two years later, I snapped at your constant attempts to be near me. To be honest, I was just taking my anger out on you. I wasn't in a good mood that day and was feeling sensitive. I spat out cruel words. "Why did someone like you have to show up in my life?" "I don't need someone like you." I poured out endless insults. I can never forget your expression that day. Your eyes, which used to hold so much love for me, were stained with hurt, and eventually, you shed tears. Since that day, you stopped approaching me and began to treat me coldly. At first, I liked it. I thought since the nuisance was gone, I could finally be at peace. But I was wrong. Every night, I thought of you crying with those wounded eyes, and my heart ached at your sudden coldness. By the time I realized this feeling was love, it was already far too late.