The decision to end things with Veer didn't come lightly. It wasn't about him, or even about a lack of love—it was about the storm brewing within me. I had warned him from the beginning that I tended to get attached and then pull away. I told him I didn't know why I was like this, but it always ended the same way. He'd laughed it off back then, promising we'd face everything together.But promises don't always withstand reality.His birthday, August 2, came around, and I told myself I'd make it special for him. I plastered on a smile and tried to hide the thoughts weighing me down. We talked like we always did, and for a while, it felt like nothing had changed. But deep down, I knew what was coming. I had already made up my mind, even though it broke my heart to do so.Three days later, on August 5, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I picked up my phone and typed out the words that I knew would shatter both of us: Let's break up.The moment I hit send, a wave of regret washed over me, but I didn't take it back. I had to stay firm. This wasn't about giving up—it was about protecting us both from more pain.The days that followed were some of the hardest I'd ever endured. Veer called me, crying, asking why, and I didn't have the heart to give him a straightforward answer. How could I explain that I was trying to save him from me? That I felt like I wasn't enough for him?I cried more than I thought was possible, and knowing that Veer was hurting made it even worse. He told me he still loved me, that he didn't want to let go. And part of me wanted to believe that we could make it work, that I could overcome the mess inside me.But I couldn't ignore the truth. I had a pattern, and I wasn't strong enough to break it. I didn't want to drag him down with me when I couldn't even fix myself. He deserved someone who could love him fully, without fear or hesitation.Some people might think it was selfish, that I didn't give him a chance to decide for himself. Maybe they're right. But I was terrified of what might happen if we kept going. The cracks in my heart felt too big to repair, and I didn't want to let them ruin him too.Even now, I wonder if I did the right thing. If maybe I should've fought harder, let him fight harder. But destiny doesn't always listen to what we want. It has its plans, and sometimes, all we can do is follow the path it lays out for us, even when it leads to heartbreak.I hope one day he'll understand that I did it because I cared. Because I loved him enough to let him go.