I often wonder whether we grow up and leave for a new life, or to escape the past and the inability to face it. We often meet many people in our lives. They may only appear for a while, or they may live with you for a lifetime. When I was young, the seven of us made a lot of noise together, laughing and crying. Later, they all left, and only you were left with me. You said you would always stay with me, but then I met a new person, a romantic and charming person, and I told you that I loved him deeply. I carried you on my back and went through fire and water for him. The self-respect and pride I had when I faced you was worthless in front of him. Maybe he once loved me, loved my youth and appearance. But he eventually married someone else and had nothing to say to me. What will happen next? I am so broken and I have hurt you deeply.