Lᴏᴠᴇ: ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ✨
It lives in the stolen glances beneath a thousand sunsets 🌅, in the unspoken words that fill the silences between us. Love is not a storm 🌪️ but the quiet after—a tender surrender to the moments that seem to stretch endlessly.
It blooms in the small things: the way they remember your favorite song 🎶, the warmth of their laughter on a cold day ❄️, the way their name feels like home 🏡.
Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. 🌸 It is raw, delicate—a masterpiece painted with flaws. It teaches us that vulnerability is strength and that the heart, though fragile, is endlessly brave. 💖
In love, we find the courage to see and be seen , to give and receive, to trust and let go. And in its quiet embrace, we are reminded:
we are never alone.🫂
It lives in the stolen glances beneath a thousand sunsets 🌅, in the unspoken words that fill the silences between us. Love is not a storm 🌪️ but the quiet after—a tender surrender to the moments that seem to stretch endlessly.
It blooms in the small things: the way they remember your favorite song 🎶, the warmth of their laughter on a cold day ❄️, the way their name feels like home 🏡.
Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. 🌸 It is raw, delicate—a masterpiece painted with flaws. It teaches us that vulnerability is strength and that the heart, though fragile, is endlessly brave. 💖
In love, we find the courage to see and be seen , to give and receive, to trust and let go. And in its quiet embrace, we are reminded:
we are never alone.🫂