If I gave up, it wasn't because I had lost, but because I understood. Leaving this note behind, she walked away from the city she'd stayed in for him, severing every connection tied to it. Forgetting was the best memory the two of them had.
It wasn't that he didn't know how to cherish her. He had simply met his childhood sweetheart first, a woman who loved him madly, and believed it was his responsibility to sort everything out before giving her his whole heart. He asked her to wait because he believed she would still be there.
Four years later, he came looking for her. When they met again, who had played such a cruel joke on them? Beneath their smiles, were they indifferent, or were their hearts breaking?
Four years later, she was preparing for her wedding, and he had a whole new life. But he had to get an answer: My love has always been here, but now you're gone. What am I supposed to do?
