This is what it feels like to love with an anxious heart — where every silence feels suspicious, and every “good morning” is secretly a check-in that means please don’t leave yet. It’s not drama, it’s survival. Not neediness, but a deep craving to feel safe in something that doesn’t come with a countdown. If you’ve ever loved like a lifeguard — watching the tides, bracing for the pull, hoping they don’t drift — this one’s yours. A love letter to the overthinkers who give too much, too fast… and just want someone who stays anyway.