Only those who fear love are ๐ฑ๐ช๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ช๐ซ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ.
When we deny love โ tenderness, vulnerability, the ache to be seen โ it doesnโt disappear.
It lingers in the quiet spaces between breaths, in the moments we pretend not to care.
Love waits patiently, not as warmth, but as longing.
The heart isnโt broken by love.
Itโs broken by ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฏ๐พ๐ผ๐ช๐ต ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต.