At first, she was fascinated by his meticulous attention. He remembered every small detail about her: She likes to drink tea instead of coffee, but it has to be tea, she likes to read books in the morning, she hates the noise that is too loud. He knows what she should wear on important occasions. When she felt hungry, he immediately appeared with the snacks she liked, as if he had a sixth sense.
But then, that interest began to get stuck. He didn't like her to go out to lunch with male colleagues, "I just worry about you". At first, she did not object, because she was not too close to any of them. But then, he started not to like her to go out with anyone, even her best friend from college. Do they really care about you? Or are you just playing with me for fun?" - he asked, his eyes full of worry but something gloomy.
She laughed, saying he was worried about the future. But gradually, meetings with friends have decreased, greeting messages are left open, and intimate relationships have fading like the sunlight at the end of the day. He told her not to worry about small things like work. "If you feel tired, just take a break, I will take care of everything." She once thought it was a sweet proposal, but then she realized that, little by little, he was taking away from her the things that made her herself.
Every morning, he calls her as soon as she wakes up. Every night, he asked her what she had done all day. He told her to send a photo proving that she was at home and not going anywhere. Its not that I suspect you, I just want to make sure youre okay.
She started to feel suffocated, but she did not dare to speak. She was afraid of making him sad, afraid of him disappointing, afraid of him keeping quiet all day to punish her for something she didn't realize.
She once believed that love is sacrifice, is patience, and puts the other person above all. But gradually, she realized that she was losing herself.
And she decided to leave.
He looked at her, her eyes mixed with pain and shock. He couldn't understand - why did she leave when he did everything for her? But he doesn't understand, love is not about possessions. A controlling love, even if worn the shirt of care, is never true love. And selfish love, no matter how sincere, is just another way of selfishness.
She walked, carrying pain, but was free.
