What happens when loved ones demand space? What thoughts spiral in your head, as you give them the space they need? Did I do something wrong? Are they going to leave me? Does love live here, or is it a figment of our imaginations? Are they hurting themselves? Should I see how they are doing?
All of these thoughts swirls within a matter of seconds. There's no stopping these thoughts. It's utterly painful, but people need their space to recollect themselves.