Journal Entry **Radome Thought I heard somewhere a guy say, “Everything you love, you're gonna lose someday. So to love something is to accept the inevitability that it’s gonna break your heart someday…”And honestly, that kind of hit me. Because maybe he’s right. Everyone always says nothing lasts forever, not time, not people, not even the good moments you want to hold onto with both hands. So why would the things you love be the exception? This world is constantly shifting, everything is in motion, constantly becoming something new. But love… love feels like the only thing that stays the same. Not in _who_ we love or _what_ we love, but in the way it fills us up inside. It’s the same shape from one person or thing to the other. It wraps around us with that same warmth, that same ache, that same sense of belonging and risk. And maybe that’s the cruel part. The more deeply you love, the more you have to lose. The more you're cracked open when it leaves. Loving harder just means breaking harder when the time comes and the time _always_ seems to come eitehr beacuse you grow apart, you grow up, or they pass away. That doesn’t mean we should stop loving… but it does make me wonder why we keep doing it, knowing the pain it promises. I guess it’s because even heartbreak is proof that something mattered. And maybe that's worth it and is it even possible to stop loving or do you just love... less?