Archer loves Gwen.

It was the first sentence written by eighteen-year-old Archer on the first page of his journal.

When I later opened that notebook again, my heart was filled with guilt.

Gwen and I met in high school. It's been twelve years since then.

Twelve years of love—perhaps it should have been unbreakable.

But no amount of love seems to withstand the relentless passage of time.

Back then, we lived in hardship, and I swore I would give Gwen a better life.

As the company began to make money, Gwen and I no longer had to squeeze into crowded subways or live in a basement.

We bought our first...