I’ve felt the most loved
not in grand gestures,
but in the quiet gravity
of being together.

Nestled on the bed or on the sofa in my room,
shoulders touching,
watching something we chose together𖠋♡𖠋
a song playing in the background,
laughter filling the pauses
between scenes and jokes.

In the kitchen,
where dinner is half-made
and stories are fully told.
Whether we’re cooking,
or opening takeout boxes,
it tastes the same:
comfort, ease, home.

Walking through Coolidge Corner,
shopping for nothing important,
doing everything that matters.
Just steps in sync,
voices overlapping,
time slowing down to keep up with us.

On vacation in Vermont,
or visiting family,
or doing the smallest,
most ordinary things☾⋆⁺₊🎧🌅✨𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒
it never changes.

Because love lives here:
in music shared,
in conversations that wander,
in laughter that doesn’t need a reason.

Any little thing is enough.
Nothing has to be special
as long as we are together.