I don’t believe in love. I think people deserve more freedom than that. But sometimes, I still want it. There’s a picture of a girl on my shelf—close enough to see, far enough to never touch. I imagine everything with her. A whole life, almost. But the moment it starts to feel real, I pull back. I tell myself it won’t work. I tell myself it’ll end like everything else. So I kept distance, I stay uncommitted. In the end, it is what it is. Love is not a feeling. It’s a determination, something you decide to stand in even it costs you, to risk, to give, to stay.