I respect your storm, but it’s yours.
There will be a time in life when you will have to look into the eyes of someone close — your partner, a friend, a brother — and say firmly and tenderly:
“I’m going to be honest with you. From now on I will no longer enter the whirlwind of your emotions. I respect them, I understand them, I even honor them.. but they're yours, not mine. I can't live them as if they were part of my soul, because in this journey I also carry my own emotional backpack, and it's the only thing I can carry.
If you decide to stay in that storm, I will support you, always from my place, from my calm. I won't leave you, but I won't lose myself with you either. From here, from my center, I can be a lighthouse, not a ship that sinks with you. I love you, and precisely because I love you, I need to take care of my balance.
Loving is not carrying the weight of another's life on your back; it is walking together, free, light, each owning its own storms. Love does not have to hurt more than necessary; love, when it is genuine, builds, not destroys."
Sometimes, loving also means learning to say, “Here I am, but without forgetting myself.”.
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