In our second year of high school, being in the same class, we liked each other. You confessed to me then, and of course, I accepted. From that moment on, our time together was sweet. By our third year, we had moved beyond just liking each other to being in love. You always smiled when you were with me, and I found myself always smiling when I was with you. It felt like you were truly the only person in the world I could share those smiles with.

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Then came high school graduation, and as expected, you were right there with me. I asked if I was being a burden to you, and you just looked at me with a warm smile, saying that having me by your side was all you needed. I loved that about you—the way you'd give me a warm word and a gentle smile even when I asked silly questions like that.

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Our relationship remained a sweet, steadfast love even after graduation. The fact that we loved each other never changed, and it seemed like it never would. Eventually, a few years later, we promised to marry. I thought there could be no greater happiness than building a family with someone like you.