Chapter 3
Chapter 3
It turns out all of this was just because of his deceased first love.
He had simply placed the love he had for her onto me.
I turned off the lights in the room and weakly leaned against the door.
I reflected on the little moments from the past year we had spent together.
Tears began to flow uncontrollably.
A voice inside me said:
“Break up, you’re just a substitute.
“What’s more unforgettable than a first love is a dead first love.
“You’ll never measure up to a dead person.”
But wasn’t I happy this past year?
He gave me everything–economic value, emotional value, and sexual value.
So what if I’m a stand–in?
Should I really be comparing myself to someone who’s dead?
Can’t I just pretend it never happened?
Should I give up this huge villa and go back to a bare apartment?
Should I give up the rich second–generation boyfriend and go back to the small town for
arranged blind dates?
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