They say, "What happens to love when one person keeps giving and the other barely reaches back?" It becomes a quiet ache. The kind that builds slowly, like a whisper you can't unhear. One person pours softness, effort, attention. while the other receives it with half-hearted warmth, never realizing how heavy that imbalance feels. The giver starts questioning themselves- "Is it me? Am I too much? Not enough?" They dissect their own heart looking for flaws that were never theirs to carry. Little by little, they shrink. They stop sharing pieces of themselves because every offering feels like it disappears into silence. What used to feel like love begins to feel like labor. What used to feel light now feels like dragging a bond that only one of them is holding onto. And the saddest part? The other person often has no idea the relationship is unraveling- not from arguments or anger, but from slow neglect and the quiet starvation of someone who just wanted to feel chosen.