Sometimes I ask myself:
Is this love... or just affection?

We get used to things.
To the voice in the morning ☕
To short messages at lunchtime 💬
To someone being there.
To even the smallest rituals — “good night,” “take care,” “text me when you get home” 🕯️

But habit is not love.
Attachment can be warm, cozy, even necessary.
But it often keeps us out of fear —
of being alone,
of starting over,
of never feeling anything like it again.

But love... it's different.
There is no fear in it.
There is freedom in it, even when you're close.
In it, you want, you don't fear losing.
You don't hold on — you choose. Every day.
Love is when it doesn't hurt to be silent, but you want to speak.
When you don't have to “earn” it — you are simply important.
When your “self” doesn't disappear — it grows alongside him 🌱
Attachment is often blind.
But love sees. Everything. And still remains.

I think we often confuse these feelings...
Because we are afraid to let go.
We are afraid of emptiness.
We are afraid to learn how to be with someone from scratch again.
But loving is not holding on.
It's feeling. Living. Being real.
And maybe the most honest thing to do is to ask yourself:
“If I remove the habit, will the warmth remain?”
If yes, then it's love 🌹
If no, then maybe it's just attachment that it's time to let go of...