Year One
They met for the first time in the best years of their lives.
Year Two
He took her on a business trip. On the flight home, she sat beside him, completely missing his hints and oblivious to the way he treated her differently.
Year Three
They crossed paths more and more often. Her gaze often lingered on him, and when they passed each other, she could even catch the pleasant scent of his aftershave.
Year Four
She became his assistant. As they traveled from place to place, the distance between them was always just two steps: neither too close nor too far.
Year Five
He noticed an admirer appear at her side. She was still adorably oblivious. She seemed sharp and capable, but when it came to love, she was stubbornly awkward.
Year Six
He left in sorrow, resolute as a lone wolf setting out to heal on its own. She stubbornly went far away, turning her devotion into an unshakable vow.
Year Seven
She came back. He turned to look at her and realized they had both wasted too much time. But thankfully, they were both still right where they had started.
Year Eight
Love cannot withstand endless trials, yet theirs kept being battered. Career, ambition, revenge: each was like litmus paper, leaving their feelings impossible to read. They loved each other, yet time and again they lost their way.
Year Nine
Those years were silent and stifling: 365 days, and even longer. He spent them in remorse; she shut herself away. Someone made death the opening act in an attempt to destroy their love. They were both trapped in a hell of self-destruction, beyond redemption.
Year Ten
Ten years of love, tender and warm as ever.
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