We don’t truly fear love itself—what we fear is its expiry, the moment when the warmth fades, when the promises become memories, and when someone who once felt like home turns into a stranger.
It's not the beginning that terrifies us, but the thought that even the deepest connections can end.
That fear makes us hesitate, not because we doubt love, but because we know its absence hurts more than never having it at all.
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