The Heavy heart

 Chapter 1: The Heavy Heart

I don’t know when exactly it started—this distance between us.

We used to be everything. We used to laugh like kids, talk like lovers, and dream like fools. But now, she makes excuses. “Busy,” she says. “Not feeling well,” she texts. Every message from her now feels like a whisper from a ghost—present, but not really here. We’re in the same city now, no longer separated by miles. But somehow, I’ve never felt more alone.

It hurts. Her silence hurts more than any insult ever could. I keep wondering if she’s cheating on me. I hate that thought—I hate how it poisons my mind. But how can I not think that, when all signs say she’s slipping away?

I remember how it all began. I proposed to her three times. The first time, she laughed. The second time, she rejected me so coldly that it shattered something inside me. The third time, she said yes—but only after I had poured everything I had into her. Maybe I forced it. Maybe she never really wanted me. But I was desperate. I was young. I was in love.

Two years have passed, and I’ve changed. I’m not the shy, awkward kid I used to be. Back then, I was immature—maybe even weird. She once said I seemed “disabled” emotionally, like I wasn’t enough. That word never left me. It tattooed itself on my self-worth.

But I tried. I grew. I became someone better—someone stronger. And yet, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough for her.

Now, I’m the one growing distant. I’m the one wondering if this was ever real. Was I just a convenience? A backup plan? A heart she took only because I begged?

I want to cry. I want to scream. But the tears won’t come, and my voice stays locked in my throat. Maybe because deep down, I already know the truth: her love was never true. And I—I was always alone.