A heart that gives without receiving soon grows weary. If you love too little, it withers. If you love too much, it suffocates. A heart cannot carry love alone-it must be met, held, and returned. But who decides what is enough? You give your heart, believing it will be held with the same warmth-but no, it is either too much or too little, never just right. One always loves more, one always waits, one always suffers. And the other? The other simply receives, unaware of the weight they never had to bear. And in the end, you wonder—was it love at all, or just another mistake?