I used to confuse detachment with distance. Like if I stopped obsessing, I must be giving up. If I let go, it meant I didn’t care. But letting go isn’t the opposite of love. It’s the proof of it. Because true love doesn’t cling. It doesn’t beg. It doesn’t twist itself into shapes to be […]
Held Even as I Unraveled
There’s a kind of love that doesn’t rush to fix you. Doesn’t panic when your voice shakes. Doesn’t say “breathe” like a command—just lets you breathe. I didn’t know that kind of love could exist for me. Not until the night I broke down mid-sentence, trying to explain a fear I didn’t even fully understand. […]