A New Definition of Love
A New Definition of Love
Love is not the ache of wanting to be chosen.
It’s the calm of remembering you already are — by yourself, by life, by something steady that has never left you.
Love isn’t the spark that burns hot and fast.
It’s the flame that hums in rhythm with your breath, asking nothing but truth.
It’s not the drama of leaving and returning, the high of chaos followed by the relief of apology.
It’s the gentle consistency that makes time feel soft again.
Love does not demand proof or perfection.
It asks only for presence.
It says, "You are safe here. You don’t have to earn peace."
It’s not about rescuing or being rescued.
It’s about walking side by side, both whole, both free, both curious enough to keep learning from each other.
Love is an exhale.
A place to land.
A laughter that lingers because there’s nothing left to hide.
The old kind of love taught me endurance.
The new kind teaches me ease.
And I will no longer confuse longing for belonging.
Because the most authentic love of all is the one that rises naturally
when I am finally, fully
home in my own heart.

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