Where We Collapse Together #2

Some people don’t just come into your life… they get inside it. Not in a clean way. Not in a safe way. Just… real. You start off separate. Two different lives, two different stories. Then slowly, things blur. You carry parts of them. They carry parts of you. And before you even realize it, you’re not standing on your own anymore. You’re holding each other up. But the truth is… when one of you starts to fall, the other doesn’t stay standing. You feel it. All of it. Their weight. Their silence. Their breaking. And instead of walking away… you stay. Not because it’s easy. Not because it’s right. But because leaving would feel worse than collapsing with them. This piece lives in that space. Not love in its perfect form but love when it’s heavy, when it’s messy, when it hurts… and still doesn’t let go. And when it all finally gives in when there’s nothing left to hold onto are you holding them… or are you just afraid to face what’s left of you without them?