I've learned to love with open hands. I can care deeply and still walk away if it starts costing me my peace. It might look cold from the outside, but it's not. It's self-respect. I've been the person who stayed too long, who overextended, who lost themselves trying to hold on. I'm not doing that again. If something pulls me off my path, I will choose myself, even if it hurts. I'll grieve what I have to grieve, then I'll keep going. I'll heal.