Prologue

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Love, the enigmatic force that drives someone to their full potential. This mysterious yet bewitching feeling is what made life so worthwhile.




Fuzzy and warm, like the sun on a cold winter day. As if flowers had suddenly sprouted in a pitiful wasteland that was once said to be unchangeable.




Like a spell casted upon someone to help them exceed all boundaries, a guiding light that escorts them to the sunnier side of the world.




A person who falls in love goes to great lengths to satisfy their significant other, no matter how challenging it may be.




That's how I knew I was in love. The moment I realized I was willing to do anything for the woman sitting across me was the moment I knew Cupid had shot an arrow through my heart.




At first, it terrified me. The fact that I'd even risk my life for the person I love was frightening.




It made my hands shake, my lips quiver, and my heart thump. It was all so intimidating.




But after years of commitment and dedication, I came to understand that fear is an aspect of love.




The fear of losing your partner, the fear of not being able to give enough, the fear of them getting taken away by someone else– love would be empty without those things.




That's why I embraced them, I kept those fears close to my heart, so I'd never forget how much I valued the love of my life.




And that fear is also what encourages me to climb up the next level– Marriage, the union between two people bounded by love.




I wanted to propose. I wanted to go down on one knee, pull out a ring, and pop the question.




It was a sunny day. The vast sky was painted with the perfect shade of blue as the white, fluffy clouds formed hearts above our heads.




It was a good sign, I wanted to believe it was. Everything seemed perfect, the nicely set-up table between us, the flowers decorating the restaurant we were in, and those beautiful eyes staring into mine.




Now was the time, there couldn't be a more perfect moment than this–




"Let's break up."




Or so I thought...




"What?" I blinked, my hand freezing over the ring box that was hidden inside my pocket.




"I don't think this is going to work out..."




Her chair made a screeching noise when she got up to leave. With swift hands, she took her things in a hurry before rushing out of the venue.




I sat there in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide. An overwhelming sense of dread slapped me across the face as I tried to process her words.




Break up... with whom, me? Surely not. But who else would she break up with? I'm her only girlfriend. Well, not anymore if she meant what she said. But for what reason?




Such questions drowned my brain, washing away every other thought that tried to swim in while my heart cracked inside my chest.




When her heels were no longer clicking against the floor, I immediately snapped out of it and stood on my feet.




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