It's okay, my love. It's okay to do your thing. It's okay to reply late. It's okay to be sad and not talk to me. It's okay to turn off your phone and sleep all day. It's okay to be distant. It's okay to figure things out on your own. It's okay to restore your peace of mind. It's okay to weep silently from the baggage you still carry. It's okay to lie down for a while and forget about everything. It's okay.