I used to love you once, now I am afraid.
You used to scatter love, now you scatter unrest.
What restlessness you call love, I call anxiety.
You live in constant fear of losing me, I live in constant fear of losing myself.
To you, love is a kind of guard duty, to me, love is simply freedom.
What remains after holding on is not love; rather, what remains after letting go—that is love.