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LOVE BROKEN

Oyindamola1
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Chapter 1 - LOVE BROKEN

Chapter 1:WHEN LOVE GOT TIRED

Love did not leave loudly.

It left quietly,hiding behind the word tired.

When he said it the first time, I didn't understand.how could someone be tired of love? I thought maybe he was stressed,maybe his life was heavy.i told myself love needed patience.

I'm just tired of the relationship,he said

Not of me,he claimed.

Just tired

I apologized for everything I could remember.i admitted my mistakes.i begged,not because I lacked dignity,but because my heart refused to give up on something it still believed in.

But belief is painful when it is one-sided.

Chapter 2:The silence that followed

Silence became my punishment.

Messages stayed unread.calls went unanswered,hours felt like days.every notification make my heart race and disappointment broke it a little more.

I involved others to help me beg.i thought maybe if he heard my pain through different voices,he Wouk soften.But silence does not bend it only grows.

That was when i realized something terrible.

You can love someone deeply and still be powerless.

Chapter 3:maybe next week

I told him I would come to his place. I wanted to talk,fix things face to face,to show him I was still here.

Not Now he said

Maybe next week

Hope is cruel when it comes without certainty.

Next week became my anchor.I waited for it like a promise not knowing it might never come.Each day i counted down,pretending i wasn't slowly falling apart

Chapter 4:He didn't Break up

What hurt the most was that he never said goodbye

He said he was not ready

He said he was not feeling it anymore

He said he couldn't force love

But he didn't end it

That kept me trapped between hope and heartbreak,i didn't know whether to fight or let go. Loving someone who won't choose you but won't release you is a special kind of pain.

Chapter 5:loving Alone

I realizes I was now loving for two.

I was the only one checking in. Two only one trying,The only one crying. Conversations felt forced,like I was intruding in his life rather than sharing it.

Love should not feel like begging to be remembered

Yet

I stay

TO BE CONTINUED