~IN-Finitum~

I hear the exhaustion,
but I cannot agree that leaving is the only truth it allows.

Yes, love stretched without care can erode the self—
but that is not the nature of love itself.
True love does not ask for boundaries
because it does not trespass.
It does not advance by force
or require the self to shrink to stay.

You say returning to pain is rehearsal, not healing,
and often that is true.
But not all repetition is self-betrayal;
sometimes, it is the slow work of learning
whether love can grow beyond its old limits.

Softness did not fail you.
Speaking carefully was not the mistake.
What wore you down was loving without being met,
mistaking endurance for devotion,
and silence for peace.

When love is true, it knows no boundaries—
not of time, distance, or societal norms.
It is a force that connects two souls,
no matter how far apart they may be.
True love speaks in silence,
stays connected even in separation,
and flows beyond the grasp of logic or reason.

Distance can protect—
but it can also teach the heart
to confuse absence with resolution.
Not every cage opens by walking away;
some open because love finally remembers
that it was never meant to confine.

Rest is not giving up—
but neither is staying,
if staying is done without self-erasure.
For where love is real,
the self is not something that must be defended—
it is something that is recognized.

You leave this here as the last thing you can carry.
I answer not to deny your truth,
but to offer another:

If love requires constant boundaries to survive,
it may not yet be love—
only longing learning its limits.
And if love is true,
it will not end you to keep itself alive.