Sometimes I hear someone say:
“We're in an open relationship.”
And every time, something inside me quietly responds —
with a question, a doubt, an interest... pain?
What is it — freedom or fear of intimacy?
Honesty or a convenient game?
A lack of boundaries or a lack of desire to take responsibility for someone?

Open relationships sound beautiful:
🗝️ no one restricts anyone
🗝️ you can be yourself
🗝️ no jealousy, no resentment, no claims
🗝️ only lightness, only sincerity

But where does freedom end and emptiness begin?
Where is the fine line between “you are free” and “I don't really need you”?
I believe that this suits some people.
Those who are not ready for depth.
Those who are still searching for themselves.
Those who are simply afraid of getting attached.
But I can't do things halfway.
If you're with me, you're with me.
Not between others. Not “on weekends.” Not “when it's convenient.”
But for real. In feelings. In body. In intentions.
And I don't share either.

Love is not about control.
But it's not about “do whatever you want” either.
Love is about choice. About honesty. About “you are my person.”
And you know, maybe open relationships are just a pretty screen.
So you don't have to say, “I'm not ready to commit.”
Or maybe it's a path. To yourself. Through others. Through experience. Through mistakes.

Are they necessary? 🤷‍♀️
Probably for those who don't yet know what it means to be truly together.
But I know one thing:
When I love, I don't want to be free.
I want to be loved 💔