He and I grew up together in an orphanage, and we can be said to depend on each other for life. However, after four years of marriage, I filed for divorce.
Watching him enter the private room with the girl who looked exactly like me, I couldn't figure out whether I was that girl's substitute or she was my substitute.
But it doesn't matter anymore, because I don't want to be trapped in his place and be in panic all day long.
Intention: Self-respect, self-love, self-improvement, not love-minded