Sometimes, a touch is just a gesture…
 without meaning…
 without response…
 without feeling…
 Beside you—only a form: empty… hard… cold… unfamiliar…. 

The fear of letting go, even when there’s nothing left to hold on to…
The fear of losing, even when all that remains is just the illusion of presence…
Clinging to what once was, to what can never be returned,
Simply because we’re afraid of the emptiness… But letting go—that is strength.
 To let go is to acknowledge that everything has already run its course.
 To let go is to allow the emptiness to become a space for something new.