Two weeks ago, a piece of paper arrived at my doorstep. The paper announced someone's marriage. And that paper bore your and her names.
We had been together for quite a long time. We were together for six years, from the third year of middle school until I was 22. It was certainly not a short relationship, though it may have been long. The love I thought would last forever with you also came to an end at the age of 22. My world crumbled because of your breakup notice.