The Love That Broke Me

After that day, I never spoke to Preet again.

He tried — he tried many times.

Messages. Calls. Apologies.

But I was done.

Because by then, Armaan was my entire world.

We were happy.

Laughing like kids, dreaming like fools, living like nothing could break us.

But happiness…

Happiness doesn't last forever.

After one year — just when I thought we were unbreakable —

He broke up with me.

No warning. No reason that made sense. Just… gone.

I cried. I begged. I fell on my knees.

And he came back.

Only to leave again.

Again… and again… and again.

Each time, a little more of me died.

But I always took him back.

Because how do you say no to the person you think you can't breathe without?

And then came the last time.

He left.

But this time, he didn't return.

No closure. No explanation. No goodbye.

Just silence that screamed louder than words ever could.

But his absence wasn't quiet.

It echoed inside me like a storm —

Breaking things in me I didn't even know could break.

He left behind a kind of pain that doesn't heal.

He gave me trauma like it was a parting gift.

And every day after that was a war.

A war between what I felt and what I showed.

I was drowning.

Depression wrapped around me like chains.

I couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep.

Panic attacks stole my breath at 2 AM.

I shook in the dark, curled up on cold floors, wishing it would just stop.

Wishing everything would just stop.

No one knew.

Because I smiled in front of the world,

While bleeding behind closed doors.

I had never felt so broken.

So abandoned.

So unloved.

And the worst part?

I still loved him.