In my third year of middle school, I met someone I would love dearly for the rest of my life. His entrance was dazzling, just like something out of a TV drama.
In my third year of college, I moved in with a buddy to avoid my family’s ridiculous antics, only to get hurt by a young woman. Somehow, being with her gave me a kind of happiness no one else could. At least she was pure.
“Who are you?”
“Your brother’s rival. In other words, his love rival.”
