He doesn’t have to put on a show…he just exists, and somehow that’s enough. When he’s near, my body forgets the need to guard itself. My breath slows. My heart settles. It’s as if my whole being remembers what peace feels like when it’s finally safe.
Most people never find that. They’re too busy chasing sparks…those quick, wild flashes that light up the sky and disappear before you even know what they meant. Sparks are beautiful, sure, but they’re fickle. They’ll never steady your trembling hands or quiet the storm in your mind. You can’t build a life on something that burns out before morning.
But real love…real love is quieter than that. It feels like remembering a song you’ve always known the words to. Like coming home to a place you didn’t realize was missing.
It lasts, not because it demands your attention, but because it never has to. It stays…not for show, not for drama, but because it was always meant to.
