A while ago, I learned that loving someone doesn't always mean staying close every secondit sometimes means giving them space without walking away. I didn't believe that at first, because I thought love was about constant connection and never letting distance exist. But life showed me that everyone carries things they don't always talk about. There are thoughts, fears, and pressures hidden beneath the surface that we can't always see. And when you truly love someone, you don't try to rush them through those moments. You choose patience instead. You choose to respect their pace, to trust their process, and to stay present without overwhelming them. I didn't understand it back then, but now I know that sometimes love is strongest when it's quiet, when it gives space, and when it waits without losing its meaning.