Someone once made me realize that love isn't always about being close all the time—it's also about knowing when to give space while still caring deeply. I didn't get it at first, because I thought love meant constant presence and never letting things drift apart. But as I grew, I saw how much people go through silently. Not everything is shared, not every feeling is spoken, and not every struggle is visible. When you love someone, you don't push them to be okay faster than they're ready. You don't try to control their healing. Instead, you become patient. You stay, you support, and you respect their journey. I didn't always understand that kind of love, but now I know that sometimes the most genuine way to love someone is to give them time, without ever making them feel alone.