I used to think love could stretch forever, but with Straveen, it slowly unraveled. He wasn’t the same person I fell for the one who used to call me late at night, voice soft and full of warmth. Somewhere along the way, his affection faded. His replies turned cold, his touch distant. The man who once held me gently started speaking with sharp edges, like I was a burden he couldn’t shake off. I stayed longer than I should have, hoping he’d come back. But love shouldn’t feel like begging. So I let go, even when it hurt more than anything I’ve ever known.
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Veen.
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