She didn’t lose herself all at once. He took her in pieces — and she handed him the rest out of love. She told herself staying was strength. That patience was maturity. That loyalty meant swallowing the hurt and waiting for him to finally become the man he pretended to be at the beginning. But there’s a difference between loving someone and performing emotional CPR on a relationship that’s already dead. And she didn’t see it — because every time he broke her a little, he patched it with a recycled apology and she called it hope.