It's beautiful to love, to feel the warmth of someone's presence, to crave their laughter, their touch, their very existence. But love is not meant to be a cage, and a person is not meant to be a world.
When you make someone your world, you place the weight of your entire existence on their shoulders. You expect them to carry you, to hold you together when you start to fall apart. You demand without meaning to, suffocate without realizing, love so desperately that it turns into something heavy, something unbearable.
At first, they may try. They may hold you close, whisper reassurances, promise that they will stay. But even the strongest hands tremble under too much weight. Even the kindest heart can break when burdened with someone else's sky.
And when they crumble because no one is meant to be a world, you will blame them. You will wonder why they changed, why they pulled away, why they no longer smile the way they used to. But it was never them. It was the weight you placed on them, the suffocation of being someone's everything.
Love them, yes. Cherish them. Hold them close. But never make them your world. Because in doing so, you risk losing both them and yourself.