I once believed that loving someone meant always staying close to them, always checking in, and never allowing silence to grow between us. I thought space was dangerous because it felt like the beginning of losing someone. But with time, I realized that people carry emotional weight differently. Not everyone knows how to explain their pain, and not every struggle can be solved through constant conversation. Sometimes a person needs room to breathe, think, and slowly heal without feeling pressured to recover immediately. Real love does not force someone to move faster than they are emotionally ready for. It stays understanding during silence and patient during difficult seasons. The deepest kind of care is not controlling someone's healing process, but remaining supportive while allowing them the freedom to heal in their own way and in their own time.