.Sometimes I catch myself wanting to know their every move, every word, every feeling, and I realize it's not love, but the fear of losing control 🕹️.

The scariest thing about this is realizing that I'm building my own cages. The more I try to keep someone close, the further they drift away. And I know it's not because of them, but because of me. But how can I stop? How can I stop measuring someone else's freedom by my anxiety? 💔

Sometimes I feel like relationships are more about letting go than holding on. But letting go is so painful! It's like cutting off a part of yourself that you thought was essential for happiness. So I stand in front of the mirror and ask, "Maybe true love isn't jealousy, but the ability to trust enough to not scrutinize every step?" 🤯

And every time I feel that wicked little thought, "What if he's someone else?" I try to remind myself: true intimacy isn't built on fear, but on the freedom to be yourself and be there. But am I really ready for that kind of freedom? Or is it easier for me to live with the illusion of control? 🌿