Memories surged back like a tidal wave.

I met Evan in college; he was a senior, and I was a freshman.

At the freshman welcome party, he sang a soulful folk song, and from that moment, I was hopelessly smitten.

It was a feeling I couldn't shake.

My roommates always teased me, saying I was love-struck. I started waking up early every day just to attend Evan's classes, even though they weren't mine. The professors joked that I was Evan's little shadow.

Every morning, I brought him breakfast, rain or shine.

Once, I stood foolishly outside the boys' dormitory because of something he said, only for him to laugh when he saw me. He told me he and his roommates had made a bet to see if I'd really wait for him after one phone call.

I spent two months tagging along to his classes, and one day, while he was asleep, I stole a kiss.

Evan pulled me into a fierce kiss, gripping the back of my neck.

That's how we ended up together, almost by accident.

At first, Evan was wonderful. He remembered all my little preferences, like how I hated cilantro. Every time we went out to eat, he made sure to tell the server not to include it.

He prepared lots of small surprises for me. They weren't expensive, but they meant everything to me.

As soon as we graduated, I couldn't wait to marry him.

He promised he would always be good to me.

But after only fives years of marriage, could he really be tired of this life already?

Evan came home in the middle of the night.

When I heard the door creak open, I closed my eyes, feigning sleep.

After showering, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me. I inched away from him.

It was sickening, really.

Spending the day canoodling with someone else, only to return to his wife at night.

Evan pecked my cheek, but I pushed his face away.

Slightly irritated, he asked, "Annie, what's wrong with you? You weren't like this before. You used to be so gentle and kind. Why are you getting hung up on such small things now?"

"Don't you know what day it is today?"

"It's just our anniversary. It's the same thing every year. I had important business that I couldn't get out of. Didn't I apologize already?"

So he did remember. He knew it was our anniversary but couldn't be bothered to make an effort to cheer me up anymore.

All his patience, all his attention had long been given to that other woman.

I was such a fool, blindly believing that he loved me deeply, that we didn't need children to validate our love, or to keep our marriage intact.

I let out a bitter laugh. "Is that so? Are you saying our marriage has become meaningless?"

"I never said that. Don't be unreasonable. I've apologized over and over again. What more do you want?"

"Enough. I am tired and don't feel like arguing with you."

"Let's both take some time to calm down."

I grabbed my pillow and went to sleep in the guest room.

He didn't come after me. He was probably too busy texting that girl, indulging in their intimate conversations instead.