I guess I don't have you after all.
I shouldn't have saved you in the first place.
It would be great if I never met you.
They said you married me because of her.
You said you accepted her because of me.
But I don't care about these anymore.
Two thousand years later, I saw you again at my sister's wedding banquet. I didn't talk about the past, and gradually buried the past.
I think, if life is just like the first meeting, two people don't meet each other, two people don't fall in love.
After all, do I still love you?