Seven years ago, I met him in a bar.
I called his name and he pretended not to recognize me.
There was a woman in a burgundy dress standing next to him. She put her arm around his shoulders, smoked the cigarette she handed him, and asked the security guard to kick me out.
While I was crying my heart out at the door, my cell phone rang.
The text message he sent: "Go quickly."
It turns out he doesn't love me. He loved me so much that he was undercover in a gang for four years and didn't dare to acknowledge me.
Because if I let that woman know I exist, I will die.
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