Love, to me, is to be considered.
Not in grand gestures or fleeting fireworks,
but in the quiet, steady ways of choosing.
It is when both feelings are weighed
before decisions are made,
when being thought of in the midst of busy days
means more than flowers and chocolates
offered after apologies.
Because love, to me, is not convenience.
Not something you remember only when it fits.
It is something you carry,
something you keep,
even in the hollow days
when we both feel empty.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
Love, to me, is to be considered.
Not in grand gestures or fleeting fireworks,
but in the quiet, steady ways of choosing.
It is when both feelings are weighed
before decisions are made,
when being thought of in the midst of busy days
means more than flowers and chocolates
offered after apologies.
Because love, to me, is not convenience.
Not something you remember only when it fits.
It is something you carry,
something you keep,
even in the hollow days
when we both feel empty.
2025
Oh, to be considered.
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