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 is the one that doesn’t rush.

If you’re in a season of waiting, don’t confuse it with absence. This moment is not empty. It’s preparation. The love you’re waiting for—whether from another or from within—is ripening. Quietly. Fully. In its own time.

Today’s reflection:

What if waiting isn’t punishment, but protection? What if the pause is preparing you for something that will ask more of your heart—but also offer more to it?

Let yourself grow in the waiting. That, too, is love.