People often think love means always being close, always talking, always trying to fix every sadness before it grows too heavy. I used to believe that too. I thought caring for someone meant never giving them distance, because silence felt dangerous and space felt like losing them little by little. But over time, I realized that everyone carries hidden battles they don't always know how to explain. Some pain stays buried behind quiet smiles, tired eyes, and short replies. Not every wound wants advice, and not every heart heals on command. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone you truly love is to stop pushing them to recover faster than they're able to. Real love is patient enough to wait without making them feel guilty for needing time. It stays gentle during the silence, loyal during the confusion, and understanding during the moments when words no longer come easily.