Paradox of Withered Love

Sometimes love feels like light warming the palms, and sometimes it quietly slips into a place I can’t reach anymore. These photographs came from that in-between space, where holding on and letting go feel the same. I took them while trying to understand why beauty can hurt, why fear grows when love softens, and how goodbyes never arrive all at once. They revealed themselves like pages from a diary I never meant to write, soft, trembling, and still trying to breathe inside the ruins of something once tender.