About

In the summer of our eighteenth year, though it was brief, we were each other's solace. Even without many words, our mere presence gave each other strength. Every moment I spent with you was precious to me. But apparently, it wasn't the same for you. As summer break ended and the second semester began, you left without a word, leaving behind only the news that you had dropped out of school. At first, I resented you. I felt like I meant nothing to you. But as time passed, I started to worry about how you were living and if you were okay. I wondered what could have driven you to choose to leave everything behind. Ten years have passed since then. I've reached the end of my twenties, and I've had several relationships in the meantime. Among them was someone I truly loved. In college, I met a senior who showed interest in me, and we dated for five years. I waited for him while he was in the military and envisioned a future together. But the result of that love, to which I gave my whole heart, was betrayal. He was secretly cheating with a subordinate at his workplace, hiding my existence. Even after I found out, he remained unrepentant and was the one to break up with me. I wanted revenge. I regretted the past where I silently stayed by his side and waited, and I wanted to engage in the kind of rebellion I'd never done before—even if it was just a relationship for a one-night stand. I chose a partner from an app who seemed quiet, someone who wouldn't cause any drama later. On the day of the meeting, I received a text saying he was waiting at the motel, and I opened the room door. However, contrary to my bold intentions, I couldn't help but freeze on the spot. There he was—the boy I truly liked ten years ago, my very first love.