“if you really love someone, you should let them go. you should love them from a distance and want what’s best for them, even if it’s not you.” no, what if i love someone and i don’t want to let them go? what if the thought of releasing them feels like tearing out my own ribs, like asking my body to live without its heart? they say love is selfless, that it is meant to be open palms and not clenched fists, but no one ever talks about how hard it is to unclench. no one warns you about the silence after, the hollow ache of holding nothing where someone used to be.
i don’t think love has to be about letting go. sometimes love is staying. sometimes it is fighting for a place in their orbit, even when it feels like you’re only a shadow trailing behind. sometimes love is messy and desperate and human, not this saintly version people like to quote. because the truth is, if i let them go, it won’t just be them i lose. it will be the version of myself that only exists in their presence. the one that laughs differently, breathes easier, feels seen.
maybe i am selfish. maybe love has turned me greedy. but i don’t want a love that lives in hypotheticals and waiting games. i want a love that clings, that weathers storms, that refuses to disappear just because the world says it is noble to release. i want a love that stays, even when it hurts, even when it bruises, even when it makes no sense at all.
so no, i will not let them go. not because i am trying to trap them, but because i am trying to hold onto the only thing that has ever felt like home. and maybe that makes me foolish. maybe it makes me weak. but i would rather be a fool with my arms full than a martyr with empty hands.
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