split

Relationships that are more like a battlefield after rain - slippery, muddy, and at any moment you can slip on your own feelings. There is no place for heart-to-heart talks here: words have become weapons, and silence now sounds louder than anything else.

Every day is an attempt to survive under the rubble of love, where tenderness has turned into a reflex to ‘take the blow’. The heart is tired of being a target, but it still beats in time with the pain. Coldness, resentment, confusion - and somewhere deep down, beneath all this cracking armour, a subtle hint of liberation. When you can finally say: enough.