The soft kind. The quiet kind. The kind that feels like home.
curated β’ shared β’ feltβLove isnβt loud. Itβs a soft space where your soul finally exhales.β
βSome people feel like a chapter. You feel like a whole story.β
I did not fall in love.
I walked into it softly,
like a sunrise walking into morning.
She asked, βWhy do you love me?β
He smiled,
βBecause even silence feels understood with you.β
anonymous β’ just now
βLoving you felt like finally breathing without trying.β
someone like you β’ today
βWe didnβt promise forever. We just kept choosing each other.β