Let Alone The One You Love

Sometimes tenderness becomes suffocating - like a blanket that can no longer fit two people. It all seemed to start with warmth: a soft evening, quiet laughter, familiar security. And then, suddenly, it becomes impossible to breathe in this cosiness. And now every ‘keep it simple’ sounds not like concern, but like an attempt to diminish.

Here, love is not a cry or a drama, but a realisation: the embrace that used to save you now holds you too tightly. And letting go is the only way to breathe again. It hurts, but it's honest. Like a break that was necessary to remain whole.