She is not abandoned.

She is gradually sending herself away.

The day the relationship truly collapsed, there was no argument, only a message.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, not because he was busy, but because he wasn't in a hurry.

She stared at the screen, her heart racing faster than the K-line, so she added:

"I miss you so much."

This is not a declaration of love; this is the first shot of panic.

In the crypto world, there is a cruel resonance effect.

When the market drops, people start to panic;

when people panic, relationships start to average down.

She watched her account's floating loss while staring at the blank chat box.

So the messages started to pile up, like leveraging.

"Can you please respond to me?"

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

"Am I really that annoying?"

At this moment, she was no longer waiting for him,

but was waiting for evidence to prove she wasn't abandoned.

He finally replied.

"I was just busy."

Four words, no explanation, no emotion, no comfort.

She knew in her heart that everything was already wrong.

But she still chose to continue.

Because in both the crypto world and relationships,

what people fear most is not loss, but admitting defeat.

She began to mask her humility with understanding.

"You really are so perfunctory."

"It's fine, you go ahead and be busy."

"Get some rest early."

It looks decent, but in reality, she is gradually giving up her dignity.

Just like knowing the trend is bad, yet telling herself:

Wait a bit longer, what if it rebounds?

The real death zone is behind.

She began to question her identity.

"Who is she?"

"Do you really like me?"

"You weren't like this before."

She scrolled through chat records, promises, and screenshots,

like flipping through a white paper in a bear market, trying to prove: I didn't misjudge the person back then.

When the last message was sent, her hands were shaking:

"What is our relationship now?"

This relationship had actually been settled long ago.

It was just her who was still continuously averaging down.

The crypto world teaches you to cut losses, manage positions, and control risks,

but no one tells you one thing:

In relationships, those who keep averaging down,

will end up looking worse than a liquidation.

All those 15 sentences essentially mean one thing:

"Can you prove that I am still worth wanting?"

When you start speaking like this, you are no longer in love;

you are begging for something that is leaving to turn back.

Remember a harsh truth: any relationship that requires you to repeatedly prove yourself,

esentially no longer regards you as a core variable.