The kind that lasts doesn\u2019t need a stage.
It doesn\u2019t dress up to prove its worth.
It remembers how you take your tea.
It gets the lights right before bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It doesn\u2019t try to win you back with noise.
It never left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You won\u2019t find it in anniversary posts.
But you\u2019ll feel it when someone listens without interrupting.
When they ask if you\u2019ve eaten.
When they offer the last piece of chocolate and mean it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not bored by your silence.
It shares the silence with you.
It doesn\u2019t rehearse lines.
It pays attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It won\u2019t sweep you off your feet.
But it\u2019ll walk beside you when your legs give out.
Hold the umbrella when you don\u2019t realize it\u2019s raining.
Tuck in your charger before sleep.
Refill the water bottle you forgot again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This kind of love doesn\u2019t burn bright and fast.
It burns slow and long.
The kind you don\u2019t notice until the power goes out\u2014
and there it is, still warm, still working.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can\u2019t brag about it.
You can only live in it.
And when everything loud quiets down,
you\u2019ll realize:
this is what safe feels like.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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