Mar 22, 2025
What if love was never really about love? What if it was about the spaces between us, the aching need to be understood, the silent prayers whispered in the dark hoping someone hears them? Maybe love isn’t the grand gestures or the words we say but the unspoken understanding, the quiet staying when everything else tells you to leave. Maybe it’s not about hearts racing but about hands that don’t let go, not about falling but about finding—finding a home in someone’s presence, a refuge in their arms. What if love was never about perfection or eternity but about the simple, fragile truth that for a moment, in this vast and indifferent world, someone chooses you?
