Chapter Three - Too Much

CHAPTER THREE

Too Much

THE FIRST WEEK was perfect.
Then the cracks showed up.

Not hers. Not mine.
Just the echo of things neither of us had healed.

She started pulling back.
I could feel it.
Like watching the tide leave, knowing you’re not the shore it’s returning to.

She talked about spending forever with me, but not in a fairytale way.
In a "this could actually be real" way.
And I believed her.

But love isn’t always about belief.
Sometimes it’s about capacity.

And I loved her too much, too soon.
I gave her everything I had, and she didn’t know how to hold it.
She wasn’t ready to.

And maybe I wasn’t ready either, just better at faking it.