I used to think love meant always being close, always talking, always fixing things right away. Then someone told me something that changed everything: if you truly love someone, sometimes the kindest thing you can do is give them time. At first, it didn't sit right with me, because I believed distance meant something was wrong. But over time, I realized how much people carry inside without saying a word. Not every struggle is visible, and not every emotion is easy to explain. When you love someone, you learn that patience isn't distanceit's respect. It's choosing not to rush their healing, not to pressure their heart, but to stand steady while they figure things out in their own way. I didn't understand that before, but now I see that real love isn't about pulling someone forwardit's about being strong enough to walk beside them, even when it means slowing down.