Eclipses, broken into pieces

She loved him with a kind of certainty that felt unshakable at first. What began as comfort and excitement slowly turned into something heavier, something that demanded more than it gave. She found herself waiting - for texts, for reassurance, for plans that were made with enthusiasm but rarely fulfilled. She wanted to feel chosen, prioritized, secure. Instead, she often felt like she was asking for too much.

Their relationship became a cycle of arguments and apologies. Small things turned into long nights of overthinking. Plans to meet fell through. Attempts to study together dissolved into disagreements. She would express her fears; he would call them unnecessary. She wanted effort to be visible. He believed love should be understood without constant proof. Somewhere between miscommunication and unmet expectations, affection began to feel exhausting

When it finally ended, it left behind silence louder than any fight. She was forced to confront the truth that love should not feel like competition, nor should reassurance feel like begging. In losing him, she didn't just lose a person; she lost the version of herself that kept settling for less than she deserved.This is a story about loving deeply, breaking quietly, and learning that sometimes walking away is the bravest form of self-respect.