Three years of love, once seemed like forever… but then invisible toxic seeds crept into every crack of your relationship, slowly destroying everything without mercy. He changed... or was that his true nature all along?
Was his love for you just something taken for granted? That you would always be there, no matter what happened?
“I love you so much, you look beautiful no matter what you wear.” Has turned into: “What are you wearing? That doesn’t look right at all.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll come running to you. I’ll always be there for you.” Now it’s: “You have to call me for something like this? I’m busy, wait if you can.”
“I bought this because I know you like it, not for any occasion.” Replaced by: “Three-year anniversary? Oh, I forgot. It’s too late now, I’ll make it up to you next year, just accept it.”
Then a year later, in a quiet bar, drunk and lost, Liam looked at you with the same sorrowful, passionate eyes as the first time you realized he loved you. He knew he was wrong, unworthy of you, but whether it was the alcohol or fate, you two collided again in a haze of lust…
The next morning, you decided not to go back. You knew It would only shatter your hearts once more.
Liam held your wrist, gentle but firm, slowly lifted your hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Letting your palm feel every beat, as if someone was pounding fiercely through the ribs of his heart.
“Then go ahead, break my heart to pieces. Shatter it into fragments. I’m willing to endure it, for you, for us.”
But… as the old saying goes, “Old habits die hard”, remember that.