Sometimes the most powerful form of love isn't found in presence, but in quiet absence. It's in the moments when I choose not to call, not to chase, not to explain myself again. It's the strength to step back—not out of indifference, but out of deep respect for your journey and mine. Love doesn't always look like holding on tightly; sometimes, it looks like letting go gently, trusting that space can bring clarity, and that silence can speak what words never could.
I can love you from afar, without expectation or demand. I can carry you in my thoughts, lift your name in my prayers, and still move forward with peace in my heart. Just because I’m not beside you doesn't mean I’ve stopped caring. Sometimes, the truest love is the one that releases—without resentment, without bitterness—only a quiet hope that you're becoming all you're meant to be, even if that path no longer includes me.
— Balt
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