Too Late for Love1
I had been with Norman Lynn for eight years.
He told me he was tired of our relationship and found a girl who is five years younger, more fresh and innocent.
This time, I decided to return the ring and cut up the wedding dress.
That heart that couldn't be warmed, I chose to let go of.
I quietly left the city.
Norman's friends were betting with him, "How long do you think Yuna Shaw will take to come back and ask for a second chance?"
Norman scoffed and replied, "She'll be crying and begging for my forgiveness in less than three days."
But three months passed, and I still hadn't reached out.
Norman went a little crazy, using all his connections to try to find me.
When my phone finally rang, the voice that answered him was a man's.
"What? You're looking for Yuna? We just finished, and she's a bit tired..."
***
The moment I laid eyes on Norman, I was completely smitten.
I pursued him relentlessly for five years before he finally agreed to be with me, albeit reluctantly.
After that, we were together for another seven years.
I had invested twelve years of my life into this relationship.
I truly believed I had finally melted his heart.
So, I made the decision to marry him.