๐ซโ๐ทโ๐ฎโ๐ชโ๐ณโ๐ฉโ๐ธโ๐ญโ๐ฎโ๐ตโ... it always felt like the safer place to me. A space where people come and go, drift apart, return again and somehow the bond still breathes. Time doesnโt scare it. Silence doesnโt break it. Even after months or years, friends can sit together and feel that same warmth, as if nothing was ever really lost...But ๐๐๐๐โฆ love never seems to have that luxury. Iโve often looked back and noticed something that quietly hurts, those who were โjust friendsโ are still there in each otherโs lives, laughing, talking, continuing their story without much damage. And then there are those who once loved deeply, passionatelyโฆ and now they are nowhere. Not even strangers...just erased. And I keep wondering, why does something that felt stronger end so completely? Maybe itโs because friendship is built with space in it. It allows distance, imperfections, pauses. It doesnโt demand constant presence to survive. But loveโฆ ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ builds a world between two people. It creates habits, expectations, emotional dependence, a rhythm of togetherness. And when that rhythm breaks, itโs not just a crack...itโs a collapse. In friendship, misunderstandings can be repaired because thereโs less at stake. Ego softens, time heals, and people find their way back. But in love, the same misunderstanding carries weight, expectations get hurt, silence feels louder, and instead of fixing things, people start protecting themselves. And maybe thatโs where everything changes. Because once love is broken, going back to friendship isnโt simple. Itโs not just โstarting over.โ It feels like reducing something that once meant everything into something smaller, something safer but also something incomplete. One person may still feel, the other may not. Boundaries blur. Every conversation risks reopening what was never fully healed. So people choose distance. Not always because they stopped caring but because staying becomes harder than leaving. And stillโฆ somewhere inside me, there has always been this quiet wish that even if my love couldnโt survive, at least he would remain. Not as โthe one,โ not as what we once were, but as a friendโฆ someone who still exists in my life in some form, in some corner, in some simple, human way. Not everythingโฆ just something. Because losing love is painful, but ๐น๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐๐ฒ. ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ... And thatโs the part that hurts the most. Not that love endedโฆ but that it took the friendship with it... That someone who once knew you deeply, who was part of your everyday life, becomes someone you can no longer reach, not as a lover, not even as a friend. It makes love feel fragile, almost temporaryโฆ while friendship feels enduring. But maybe the truth is not that love is weaker. Maybe love simply asks more of us, more understanding, more patience, more emotional maturity. And when those things fall short, the fall is heavier. Not because the bond wasnโt real, but because it was too ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ to survive halfway...
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