There is a kind of love that stays.
It doesn’t leave completely.
It doesn’t disappear for good.
It always finds a way to return.
And because of that, you believe it must be real.
But slowly, you begin to notice something else.
You are there —
but not fully inside their world.
You don’t know their plans.
You don’t know their thoughts about the future.
You don’t know where you truly stand when it matters most.
You are included… but only in certain spaces.
You are loved… but only in certain ways.
And it creates a quiet confusion.
Because how can something feel so close,
and yet so distant at the same time?
This kind of love doesn’t break your heart all at once.
It holds it gently,
while slowly teaching you
what it feels like to be kept…
but not truly chosen.
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