what defines love?

love is a soft place to land. it’s the quiet knowing that even in your messiest most tangled moments, someone sees you clearly and stays. it’s not just the grand gestures but the small, almost invisible choices - the remembering, the listening, the showing up when it’s hard. love is the space between words, the things we don’t have to say because they’re already understood. it’s choosing every day to stay - when it’s easy, when it’s hard, when the road curves and you lose sight of the horizon. it’s holding and letting go at the same time, like water slipping through fingers but never really gone.

love is a breath, a freedom to be messy, to be whole, to be unraveling at the seams, and still be seen as enough. it’s the safety of knowing your cracks won’t scare them away, that your broken parts aren’t burdens but bridges. it’s the warmth in their eyes when you can’t find the words, and the gentle patience when you’re not ready to speak. love is trust wrapped in vulnerability, the kind where your heart feels exposed but somehow safe. it’s the belief that even in your worst moments, there’s room for you to grow, to stumble, to heal.