I was deeply touched, realizing how powerful true companionship could be.
I did everything I could to be a good girlfriend, and we were happy.
At least, that's how I felt.
But then Rebecca came back, and everything changed.
At first, I didn't think it was a big deal. I had been with him for years, and we were about to get married.
I had underestimated how much Rebecca meant to him.
Whenever it involved her, he would drop everything and rush to her side without hesitation.
It was so romantic of him, such obvious favoritism.
Too bad the recipient wasn't his fiancée but a woman who had nothing to do with us.
I had cried, fought, and argued. I had been red-faced and lost my composure.
I sacrificed my dignity, but to him, it all seemed like unreasonable outbursts, stubbornness, and hopelessness.
Even so, I never dared to bring up breaking up. In fact, I was more afraid he would end things with me.
I had loved him too much. He had been my everything when I was younger.
How could I let go?
I had given so much. Why should Rebecca benefit?
But now, I didn't care anymore.
I was exhausted.
The fiery, brilliant love of my youth had faded.
I no longer loved him.
As expected, Jackson didn't notice I was gone.