The quiet way love drifts apart

The scariest part of love is not heartbreak. It is distance.

Not the dramatic fight you remember, the quiet drift you do not.

It begins with one busy day, one postponed plan, one message you answer tomorrow. Soon you are both fine, and somehow far.

Closeness is not found, it is made. In tiny choices, today.

Send the text. Sit together without your phones. Share one true sentence. Small moments build a life.

I kept waiting for the right time to live, to travel, to be fully present with the people I love. That time never arrived. I had to create it.

Tomorrow, I will share the shift that gave me freedom to work from anywhere and stay close to my favorite humans.