To be loved like a poem not a song.

With carefully picked out words,
thoughtful actions.

Not a fast rhythm,
but a slow gentle pace.

Maybe some people prefer that swifter pace,
with straightforward love.
However,
there is such an elegance
to the complexity
of slowness and quietness.

There’s a sort of peace that comes with
patience.

…

Love doesn’t have to be hidden,
but it isn’t also meant to be announced like a firework or wildfire.

I don’t need an instagram bio to make it “official”.
No need to publish anything,
or make a big debut to label it
as “real”.

Not because I am ashamed of being in love,
quite the opposite.
I care about it too deeply
to let it get ruined by the toxicity of people.

I also don’t think love should have to fit in a mold.
It doesn’t need to be the typical online love we see on our screens daily.
Understanding that each person loves differently
can bring together distinct personalities.

Maybe it just needs time.
The right soil
to grow.