Some connection want nt to die...they just need space! o die...

Some connections r nt meant to b used. They r meant to b kept intact.

I learnt dat d hard way.Nt evry bond arrives to b defined,labelled or paraded.Some come quietly..they sit beside u.They dunno ask fr proof.They dunno demand possession.They just…stay.

This one did.

I nevr wanted to use it,to extract comfort, validation or attention out of it. I nevr wanted to pull it into expectations. Because I knew, if I did,it wud crack. N some things, once cracked, dunno return to wat they were.

There r people u dunno want to lose,evn wen u dunno kno where to place them. U dunno want to call it love.U don’t want to reduce it to friendship either.U just kno it’s rare.And rare things need space, nt pressure.

We didn’t need constant presence...Or explanations...Or loud declarations. Wat existed was enough,his brilliance,his tender way of seeing d world,d quiet understanding dat didn’t need daily reminders.

I miss dat.I won’t lie....

Bt missing does nt mean misusing. Missing does nt mean reaching out just to soothe d ache. Somtyms it means respecting d distance bcz closeness,.forced, can b cruel.

Some connections survive only wen u dunno touch them too much.

So I keep it intact. Nt frozen..not buried. Just… held.

Bcz some bonds r nt meant to b used.They r meant to b kept...exactly as they are.