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They say love should be spoken.I think love should be shown.
Not in grand gestures,not in fireworks and expensive dinners.
But in the small, almost invisible things.
We don’t really have time for ourselves.Three kids. Work.Responsibilities.Noise.By the time evening comes, we are already tired.
But today, I showed her.
I made homemade burgers and young roasted potatoes and homemade soup for lunch.I ran to the pharmacy for herbal balm and throat lozenges.I made tea.I scrubbed the floors.
And that’s why I’m writing this blog late at night.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because everything is possible when you truly want it.When love is real, you find the energy.
And it’s not about paying something back.It’s not about returning a favor because you feel obligated.
It’s mutual.
Voluntary.
It’s giving yourself — sometimes to the maximum,sometimes to the very edge of your endurance —both in intimacy and in life.
Not because you have to.But because you want to.
I remember once when my phone fell into the river.Without hesitation, she jumped in after it.Not afraid of the cold.Not afraid of the current.Not afraid.
And I remember when I couldn’t open my eyes after COVID.
Everything was blurry. Heavy. Silent.
The first thing I saw through the fog were her eyes.A big cup of warm tea in her hands.Her fingers gently running through my hair.
“It will get better,” she said.
Love is not loud.It’s in the tea.In the pharmacy runs.In jumping into cold rivers.In staying when things are hard.
So no, we don’t always have time for romance.But we have love.
And that is enough.
So don’t just say it. Show her!