By Nelly Vee I used to believe love was supposed to feel close all the time. Not just physically, but emotionally. Like two people moving in sync, always aligned, always present. But distance has a way of challenging that belief. Not the kind of distance measured in miles, but the kind that shows up quietly between conversations. The kind you don’t notice at first, until you realize one person is speaking and the other isn’t quite receiving it the same way. It doesn’t always come from a bad place. Sometimes it’s just difference. One person expresses openly, the other pulls back without meaning harm. One leans in, the other creates space. And somewhere in that space, something unspoken begins to grow. That’s usually where people start losing themselves. Not in some dramatic moment, but gradually. Through small adjustments. Through softened truths. Through needs being reshaped just to keep things from becoming uncomfortable. It looks like ...
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