Distance grew between them, replacing their naturally free-flowing conversations with deafening silences. The petty arguments piled on, leading to all-out wars. Trust eroded, and this beautiful connection was sorely tainted with distrust and frustration.

They had both tried their best, but love wasn't enough to bridge the ever-widening gap. The pain had begun to take a toll on both parties, and they both sensed it at the same time: something that was meant to be would never return to what it used to be.

The word "divorce" now hung in the air like the lingering specter of some tragic curse, marking the end of an era when everything simply felt right. Even with all this love, their relationship fell prey to its growing bitterness. Neither of them wanted to let go, but at one point, holding on just deepened the wound.

With silence, it loomed unspoken between them but a glaring ultimatum-between letting go and staying. They knew; even without the words, they knew, divorce was the only option. It was the way out of these vicious cycles of recurrence of ongoing pain and resentment. And that made it not easier to let go of a dream that probability would never resume.