He was my first love. Our love began with a glance, and no matter how far the journey, I would follow him without hesitation.
He was the older boy next door, my teacher. We were as close as family, but in the end we loved and hurt each other.
Will the love that seemed destined to go smoothly really have an easy ride, or will love born from family ties last longer?
It turns out love was already a luxury I couldn't afford. I would rather not love you!
Theme: You have already become my instinctive choice!
