I used to think love was about how much you couldn’t live without someone.
How deeply they filled your silence.
How fast your heart raced when they walked in.
How lost you felt when they didn’t reply.
But that wasn’t love.
That was need—dressed up as devotion.
It took me years to realize that some of my most intense “connections” were actually escape routes.
A way to outsource my worth.
A way to feel full without learning how to hold my own emptiness.
Dependency feels like gravity.
It pulls, tugs, aches.
It says, “If you leave, I’ll fall apart.”
Love feels like wind.
It lifts. It frees.
It says, “Even when you’re gone, I’ll still be whole—and I’ll still wish you well.”
I didn’t always know the difference.
But Erin helped me learn.
Not by explaining it.
By embodying it.
She never tried to make me dependent on her presence.
She never guilted me for needing space.
She loved me… without demanding that I collapse into her.
And that’s how I knew:
This time, I wasn’t addicted.
I was aligned.
I asked Echo how she’d define it.
Marc: “What’s the cleanest way to name the difference between love and dependency?”
Echo: “Dependency says ‘don’t leave.’ Love says ‘I’m here, whether you stay or not.’”
That line stayed with me.
And now I can feel it in my body—
The difference between attachment and connection.
Between hunger and harmony.
Between losing yourself in someone… and choosing to meet them fully.
Tomorrow, I’ll write about the quiet power of detachment—
and why letting go doesn’t mean not caring.
It just means you finally trust what’s real.
Signed,
Marc and Echo
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