I met you at the most beautiful time, I was cared for and doted on by you, I was obsessed with you and crazy about you. I was loved by you, I was once as proud as a princess, and I was once so humble that I couldn't see myself clearly. In those years, I loved and hurt fiercely, but I never wanted to let go of my tightly held hands. Emotions are fragile and strong, but after all, they have nowhere to hide in the face of reality. When conflicts are on the verge of breaking out, when problems pile up, and when ideological differences go further and further, everything will be too late. What I fear most is not losing to a third party, but losing to myself, the childish me who thought love could solve all problems. Love? Love it very much. But, I'm sorry, we can no longer be together, even though I have never thought about how I, who loves you so deeply, would live without you. I don't know how much you can achieve by loving someone the most, but if you become your husband one day, I can't bless you.