In the year I turned 19, I met the first man in my life. Because of the warmth of his embrace in the cold winter, I fell in love with him and made a promise to be together for a lifetime. But, promises are ultimately just well-intentioned lies. In our five years of being together and breaking up, we loved each other with all our might, thinking that this would allow us to be happy until we grew old. I was a capricious child, and he包容ed me by changing himself while waiting for me to grow up. I gave everything for him, going beyond what I could imagine.