When Love Feels Like Waiting Sometimes, love feels like movement—like being swept up in something bright and undeniable. Other times, it feels like waiting. Like standing in the hallway between who you were and who you’re becoming. Like holding space for someone or something that hasn’t arrived yet. Waiting can be one of the hardest parts of love. Waiting for the right person. Waiting for closure. Waiting to heal. Waiting to feel whole again. Today, I caught myself wondering if waiting means lack. But maybe it doesn’t. Maybe waiting is an act of love in itself. Maybe it’s the space where growth quietly builds. Where your roots strengthen before the next bloom. We live in a world obsessed with urgency—fast love, instant connection, immediate answers. But real love—deep, sustaining love—often asks for patience. Sometimes the most powerful kind of love...
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The Love You Give Yourself We’re taught to search for love out there—across a crowded room, in someone else’s eyes, in late-night texts or Sunday mornings tangled in sheets. But rarely are we taught the most essential truth: the first great love of your life should be you. Self-love is not just bubble baths and affirmations. It’s boundaries. It’s forgiveness. It’s being honest with yourself when no one else is watching. It’s saying, “I deserve better,” even when staying feels easier. It’s choosing rest instead of productivity when your body is tired. It’s standing in the mirror and seeing more than flaws—you see history, resilience, becoming. Today, I made a list of the ways I’ve betrayed myself in the name of “love.” Letting things slide. Shrinking to be liked. Staying silent when my voice trembled to speak. And yet, I’ve also begun the slow...
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Love in the Little Things Love is not always loud. Sometimes, it’s so quiet you have to pause to notice it. Today, I watched an elderly couple walking together, arms linked, laughing about something only they understood. There was nothing extravagant in their steps. No grand gestures. Just rhythm. Familiarity. Ease. That moment made me realize—real love is built from thousands of tiny, unspoken moments that accumulate over time like soft rain filling a river. We often chase intensity. We mistake love for drama, confusion, or chaos. But love isn’t supposed to confuse you. It’s supposed to feel safe. Love is when someone saves you the last piece of cake without asking. It’s when they notice you’re overwhelmed and take over without needing to be asked. It’s when a friend checks in on your bad day, even when theirs isn’t great either. It’s the way your ...
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The Quiet Beginning of Love and Life Every journey begins somewhere—some quietly, some with a bang. Mine starts with reflection, not romance; with solitude, not company. Love and life are often talked about like they’re grand, roaring things. But today, I want to speak about their quiet entrance. Love isn't always fireworks or butterflies. Sometimes, it’s the subtle shift in the air when someone texts, “Did you eat today?” It’s the warmth that fills your chest when a friend remembers something you said weeks ago. It’s the comfort in your own skin when you finally accept you are enough—even when you're alone. Life is no different. It's not just the milestones—graduations, weddings, new jobs. Life lives in the soft, unfiltered moments: morning coffee in silence, walking barefoot on cold tiles, that breath before speaking your truth. We chase big things, but life is in the in-bet...