"Love cut deep — but when trust fractured, we both bled."
I used to believe love was something unbreakable.
Something warm. Soft. Safe.
Something that held people together instead of tearing them apart.
But sometimes love cracks quietly—
in the spaces between unspoken words,
in the moments when the person you trust most looks away instead of at you.
I didn't notice the first fracture.
Maybe I didn't want to.
Maybe I thought if I held on tight enough, the pieces would stay together.
But hearts don't break all at once.
They chip.
They strain.
They splinter in places no one sees until the damage becomes impossible to hide.
And when the truth finally cut through—
when the lies, the silence, and the secrets fell between us like shards—
I realized something painful:
Love can wound just as deeply as it heals.
We both said we'd never hurt each other.
But promises are fragile things,
and the moment ours shattered,
we bled in ways we never expected.
This is the story of how everything fell apart.
How love was tested.
How trust was broken.
And how two people who swore they would never lose each other
found themselves standing on opposite sides of the fault line.
Some hearts break quietly.
Ours fractured loud enough to echo.