Oct 31, 2025
For me, love is saying good morning and good night to the same voice every single day. It’s the gentle did you eat? and the chaos of too many texts when she takes too long to reply. It’s wanting to know every shade of her day, her anger, her quiet, her laughter, her silence. It’s remembering the story she once told the message she never sent ten years ago and how it still lingers in her heart. It’s tracing every mole, every scar, every secret she hides under her skin. It’s knowing how she breathes when we kiss whether she inhales the moment or exhales her fear. It’s disliking the same colleague she does, even if I’ve never seen their face.
For me, love isn’t grand.
It’s detailed.
It’s devoted.
It’s the art of knowing someone completely. ❤️