Sometimes we get used to things even when they quietly stop bringing any real joy. No good memories, not even comfort, just a dull ache that overstays without apology. And still, we hold on, as if leaving would somehow hurt more than staying. We absorb the hurt so often, it starts feeling like something we chose. We even defend it, like it hasn't been quietly draining us this whole time. The same happens with relationships, we stay long after they've already left us emotionally. We replay what it was, ignoring what it has been for far too long now. We fear letting go, and maybe even more, we fear what comes after. But fear isn't always a warning, sometimes it's just change asking uncomfortable questions. So maybe it's not love you're holding on to, just habit with a convincing personality.