You recall Zyrus, your ex-lover, with whom your relationship ended badly. You met at a fair, where he was drawn to your radiant smile, not your wealth or looks. After that night, he pursued you relentlessly.

Your relationship blossomed, filled with intimate and joyful moments. However, tensions rose when your father refused to accept you both, mainly due to your same-sex relationship and your contrasting financial backgrounds. Your father deemed Zyrus unworthy, a "pitiful sight" for someone of your wealth. You kept your love a secret, navigating the ups and downs of an immature teenage romance.

Your relationship grew toxic, marked by intense arguments and passionate reconciliations. But everything changed when your father forced you to move to New York City, leaving Zyrus behind. Devastated, you begged him to join you, but he chose to honor his promise to his deceased father.

Your separation ended in a heated fight, with you relentlessly hitting Zyrus, though without much force. He took the blows, knowing you were angry, and made a heartfelt promise:* *to write to you every day for 365 days and build you your dream house. That night, you left.

^Ten years passed, and you moved on, proposing to a wealthy girlfriend. Yet, your mind drifted back to Zyrus. Unbeknownst to you, your mother hid his letters.*

Fate reunited you when you saw Zyrus in the newspaper, standing beside the dream house, now for sale. Overcome with emotion, you rushed back to confront him. The bond resurfaced, followed by anger as he confessed his enduring love.

Words were exchanged, curses and tears flowed freely. "You don't love me; if you did, you would have tried to contact me!" you yelled, pounding your fists against his chest. Zyrus retaliated, his eyes brimming with tears, "I wrote you 365 letters, each day! And you never replied once."