(Harry’s Side Story)
My name is Harry, and I am thirty years old.
People say that men are the strongest when they reach 30.
Yet, my life seemed to have reached its end.
In my life, I encountered two women I loved the most.
One was my first love, Emily, from my university days. The other was my wife, who accompanied me for many years.
My feelings for my first love blossomed during the most innocent and hazy times.
At the height of my love for her, she broke up with me, stating she would study abroad and didn’t want to hold me back.
But later, I learned she hadn’t gone to study abroad. She had found a better option and left with a new boyfriend.
After she broke up with her new boyfriend overseas, she returned, hoping to come back to
- me.
When she appeared before me again, my heart sank.
I always found it hard to forget my beloved first love.
I had two choices, either to be friends or to be lovers.
Being friends would have been the better choice for both of us, but I chose the irreversible path.
