This vow is not a grip. It's an invitation.
I vow not to hold you so tightly that your breath becomes mine. I vow to let you remain a mystery. To not tether love to certainty. To not claim you as proof of my worth.
I offer my heart, not as a trap, but as a hearth. Warm, available — but never closed behind a door. I vow to be enough on my own, and to love because I want to, not because I need to be chosen.
I vow to bless your leaving, should it come. To not confuse your departure with failure. To love in a way that makes return possible. And to know that loving you was never a mistake, even if it ends.