Alicia a girl who confirmed even herself at times

“Alicia ,The Girl Who Loved Too Deeply” There once was a young woman who loved so deeply that her soul forgot where it ended and where others began. She loved with a tenderness that could have healed the world—if only the world had cared to notice. Even on the days when her own mind turned against her, whispering cruel things, dragging her through storms of darkness, she still found room to love. Even when thoughts of ending it all crept like shadows into her quiet hours, she smiled at others so they wouldn’t feel her pain. No one knew the truth. No one saw the tears that drowned her pillow. No one heard the silence where her voice used to be—because she had cried it away. And she loved him most of all. So much that her heart began to beat in rhythm with his. So much that her laughter only existed because he once gave her a reason to smile. Her smile was borrowed light—his light—reflected through her. She gave him everything. Her heart, her kindness, her warmth. The song in her chest and the melody of her laughter. The sound that once made him weak became the silence that followed his absence. She gave until there was nothing left of her that hadn’t been shaped by his presence. But love, no matter how pure, cannot hold a heart that has grown careless. And when he grew bored, he didn’t tell her. He just began to fade. Little by little—like dusk swallowing the last glow of day—he turned away. He laughed less. Touched less. Looked at her as if she were a stranger he’d forgotten to let go of. And every time he looked past her, a small piece of her heart cracked. Until one day, it was too broken to beat. She died quietly—not in body first, but in spirit. Her love had been her life, and when it was no longer wanted, she simply… stopped. And he didn’t notice. Not at first. He went on living, unbothered, until the world grew quieter. Until the echo of her voice—the one that had once whispered “I love you” without asking for anything in return—began to haunt him. Only then did he realize what he’d lost. Only then did he understand that no one would ever love him the way she had—at his lowest, his darkest, his weakest. She had been the one who stood when he couldn’t. The one who saw the good in him even when he tried to bury it. And he had pushed her away, piece by piece, until there was nothing left to hold. In the end, she had begged quietly for him to stay—just one moment, one hand to hold, one soft kiss to remind her she mattered. But he gave her silence. And her silence became her grave. Now, when he hears the wind whisper, it sounds like her voice. When he sees the stars, they flicker with the light she once carried for him. And though she is gone, the love she gave still lingers—gentle, eternal, and full of the ache that only comes from loving too deeply. Because some hearts don’t just love. They give everything. And sometimes… they don’t survive it.