Love You Still She is loved still, yet she is loved less. The light she once clung to, the grace she prayed for, the unconditional she dreamed of-it flickers, and fades. It is less than she hoped, not enough to carry her. She aches to be free, to return to herself. To give without fear, to receive without cost. Love cannot bloom where it is starved, where it is measured, where it is bound in chains. So she loosens her grip, she lets the silence answer, she releases it. She steps away, she divests.