My love story is quite cliché—my boyfriend was my childhood friend, classmate, desk mate, and first love. We always had a brotherly bond, but after we grew up, he confessed his feelings, and we naturally transitioned from friends to lovers. We broke up after high school graduation. There was no third party, no betrayal—we just went our separate ways at life's crossroads. After the breakup, he stayed for college in our hometown, while I went abroad. Now, five years and sixteen days have passed since that day... I’ve returned.