“You don’t love me anymore?” he asked.I thought for a moment before saying, “Edward, do you remember the Full Moon Festival? You asked me if you could dance the opening dance with Sophia. I didn’t argue or make a scene. I simply stepped aside. You were surprised because you thought I would react the way I always had—get angry, and then forgive you after you coaxed me with a few words.”His lips moved, but he said nothing.“You always said I was jealous over nothing, that I had a terrible temper, that I was domineering and unreasonable. You said I couldn’t live without you, and that even if the sky fell, I would never be the one to ask for a breakup.” I looked into his eyes. “You were right. The old me really couldn’t live without you. I had known you since I was three. You were in every memory I had. I thought that was love, but it was actually just a habit.”“Monica…”“You don’t regret losing me,” I said softly. “You regret losing someone who would always wait for you, always forgive
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