I spent a long time believing that love meant always being available, always talking, and always solving problems the second they appeared. Then I learned that love is not about controlling every moment together. Sometimes the strongest form of love is giving someone enough space to breathe while still reminding them you're there. I used to think distance was proof that something was breaking, but now I understand that people carry invisible pain every day. Some emotions are difficult to explain, and some healing takes longer than anyone expects. When you truly love someone, you stop trying to rush their recovery or pressure them into feeling okay before they're ready. Instead, you choose patience, compassion, and consistency. Real love isn't about pushing someone ahead for your own peace of mind-it's about walking beside them, even if it means slowing down and waiting together.