for 3 years, I was in love with a woman. She was my "Bright Eyes." I would do anything for her. I though we may have been together in past lives. We were engaged. She instantly felt trapped. Her mental illnesses surfaced. It got ugly. We broke. Six months later she realized something, said sorry, I accepted her back. She then again scummed to her illness of being deceptive in love; being liar and cheater; and again ditched me. In the process of ditching and accepting, somehow we celebrated 3 years of togetherness.
I tried and tried, still again, this is the phase of ditching. She again eloped; ran away quoting "things are not working."