I think what love to me is keeping my favourite artist’s songs downloaded offline in my device. Because even though I know they’re available everywhere, just one tap away on the internet, I can’t silence this strange fear of not being able to reach them someday. What if the app crashes, what if the network is gone, what if for some reason I wake up and the song is no longer there?
So I keep them saved, tucked safely inside my phone, as if that’s my way of keeping them close, keeping them mine.
And I think love with people feels the same.
You know they are around, you know they are living beside you, breathing the same air, sharing the same space, but there’s still this quiet, unspoken fear of losing them.
Not today, not tomorrow, but someday. A fear that time, distance, or life itself might take them away. So you try to hold them closer than necessary, not because you don’t trust their presence, but because the thought of their absence feels unbearable.
Maybe that’s what love really is:
wanting to download someone’s essence into your own heart, so that no matter what happens outside, no matter if the world changes its servers, or life takes away the signals, you’ll always have them, stored safely inside you.
Even if the day comes when you can’t see them or hear them anymore, you’ll still be able to press play, and feel them, endlessly, like a song that never leaves you.