My love for him is like a balloon. Just like a balloon that could easily float away if not held onto tightly, I felt that my love for him was equally fragile. I realized that I was so afraid of losing him that I had been holding onto him too tightly, not giving him the space he needed. Because he made me feel like I was floating on air whenever we were together, and my love for him grew stronger with each passing day. Yet, I knew I needed to let go a little and give him room to breathe. It was hard, but I didn't want to be the reason he floated away. Over time, I learned to trust that my love was strong enough to withstand some distance. And while it wasn't always easy, I knew that my love for him was like a balloon, always there, always ready to take flight, but also always within my reach.