Dear Love, ❤️❤️
I am waiting for you. Patiently. not in a rush, not restless, just waiting with a quiet kind of hope. When you come this time, please don’t come in a hurry. Come slow, come soft, come like rain that takes its time to fall, like morning light that gently creeps in through the window.
Don’t come to shake me, come to steady me. Be the kind of love that doesn’t just ask what my love languages are, but speaks them all.
The kind that holds me close when I need it, says the words I long to hear, shows up in the little things, brings me reminders that I am thought of, and listens like my voice matters. Be the kind of love that gives me reason to live again, reason to smile without forcing it, reason to sing in the shower, reason to laugh from my belly. The kind that makes the ordinary feel magical, and the simple things feel enough.
When you come, let your hands be steady, not shaky. Let your eyes look at me as if I’m something worth keeping, worth marveling at, like you’re looking at your favorite sky. Let your heart beat in rhythm with mine, not rushing ahead, not dragging behind, just side by side. I don’t ask for perfect. I just ask for true.
Come with patience, with kindness, with joy that doesn’t fade when the music stops.
Come and be the reason I remember that love is not always pain, that sometimes it’s the softest thing in the world.
I’ll be here, waiting,
How is love treating you