A weak bond can breaks softly. It unravels little, unassuming ways. Responses arrive late. Promises show up thinner. Touch seems to be optional rather than instinctive. Nothing spectacular happens, yet something fundamental keeps slipping, like a knot bound without purpose, holding only until pressure manifests.
Its disguise is what gives a weak bond its threat. Like room, like understanding, it looks like tranquility. It is actually neglect learning of fresh behaviors. Strength calls for friction, presence, and repair. Three things are avoided by a weak link. It lives on practicality not choice. And when challenged, it does not fight. It simply releases gently, instructing you that connection has to be created rather than assumed.