We met when we were fifteen and almost immediately started dating. He lost his parents early and was sliding down a bad path; I was an excellent student from a strict family. Our first love was too powerful—it changed both of us. Now he’s a med school student, an adult confident guy with a dream that girls around him have. And I’m a future engineer who works nights as an animator. We rarely see each other and fiercely, terribly jealous. With every day, the gap between us grows bigger, but my feelings are still bottomless. I want to leave, but he isn’t going to let me go.