Looking back, our relationship has been terrible for so many years. It was very romantic when we first started dating. After so many years, when I think about it again, our romance can be counted on one hand. The first time, at a class reunion, I kissed her at the stairs. That should be the most beautiful and romantic time for us. In the Martyrs’ Cemetery, we made love from behind. When we opened the convenience store, we made love once through a curtain with the door open in front. For the rest, there was nothing romantic about it. Over the years, the distance we have walked hand in hand is less than one kilometer in total. I envy young people and old couples walking hand in hand on the street. Now we have no common language. There is no one who can understand me anymore, and I can’t find anyone to talk to. This feeling is very painful, bitter, and desperate.