“Sometimes letting go is the ultimate act of love—both for the other person and for yourself.” ~Unknown I never imagined that the same classroom where I found love would become the first chapter of a story about .
Ten years ago, as an undergraduate student full of dreams and certainty, I met him. We were classmates first, then friends, and finally, lovers who thought we’d conquered the dating game by finding our perfect match so young.
During our college years, our bond seemed unshakeable. We even chose to intern in the same city, not wanting distance to separate us.
I remember the tiny apartment we’d meet in after long workdays, sharing instant noodles and big dreams. We thought we were building our future together, one shared experience at a time.