I consented without explanation.
Those around me claimed she was being a pushover. I disregarded the rumors and never stood up for her.
I believed I could stick to my strategy and progress gradually.
My career was my top priority.
I viewed Harper as merely an ornamental aspect of my life.
During our first couple of years together, I was consumed by work.
She was like a soft drizzle, quietly nurturing everything, slowly becoming a part of my daily existence.
I gradually grew accustomed to her presence and began to notice her more.
We developed a deeper understanding of each other.
Over time, I could even be described as an exemplary boyfriend.
I assumed things would continue this way until she suddenly turned away from me.
I thought we might quarrel as we had before.
I'd resolve it logically, and normalcy would return.
But our once cozy home felt deserted. After being turned down multiple times, I realized something had changed.