“I love you—fiercely, helplessly—but that love terrifies me. Because love is fragile, and you, like all things I cherish, are fleeting. One day, you’ll leave—by choice or by fate—and I’ll be left holding the shape of you in my hands, trying to fill the void you’ve carved into me. I love you—I do—but sometimes love feels like a cruel gift, something too big for my trembling hands to hold. I know you’ll go, whether it’s with a whisper or a storm. And when you leave, you’ll take the best parts of me with you, leaving echoes where laughter used to live and silence where your name once was. How do I love something I know I’ll lose? How do I prepare for a goodbye I never want to say?” LoveRomanceGriefTraumaDenial Author:Sukriti Sinha