Love today is no longer a garden we tend — it’s a market we scroll. Commitment has been replaced with convenience. We’ve traded the quiet work of building with someone for the noisy thrill of endless choices. One misunderstanding, and instead of turning toward each other, we turn to strangers. What could’ve been healed is now abandoned, because patience feels outdated in a world of instant everything. The tragedy isn’t that people leave — it’s that they never stay long enough to discover the beauty that only grows with time.