Love died a painful death due to deceit.

We met years ago. It was like a magical tale of love. The love grew deeper—so sweet, so pure, so simple, so smooth.

I fell in love for the first time—with everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamt of my entire life. We met almost every day. We became the school couple, the talk of the town.

My fellow friends were envious of our romance. We were more like celebrities. Our love was sweet as honey, but after years of courtship and marriage, the love died a painful death because of deceit. It's all over now. Goodbye, my darling. I will survive.