love

that’s what love really is: rhythm. the ability to move in sync even when life feels out of tune. it’s how two people build something that still stands after the rush of romance fades. because eventually, it always does. the chemistry, the infatuation, the newness, they soften with time. what remains is the foundation you built when no one was... See more

that’s what love really is: rhythm. the ability to move in sync even when life feels out of tune. it’s how two people build something that still stands after the rush of romance fades. because eventually, it always does. the chemistry, the infatuation, the newness, they soften with time. what remains is the foundation you built when no one was... See more

but the sign to let go is not when the spark dims. or when the sex slows. or when schedules clash. the marker is when someone no longer wants to excavate. when they abandon curiosity.

we never stop layering. we are never finished sites. sometimes the digging will pause for work, for stress, for mental health. but the person leaves their tools at... See more

love at its core is two people giving the other’s inner child permission to come outside. it does not adhere to the illusion of control. control will say: i wish none of that had happened, so i wouldn’t feel small, so we wouldn’t have to face it. curiosity will say: tell me about who you were, what you’ve been through, what shaped you. show me the... See more

curiosity is the deepest form of love. it nourishes a relationship that lets you be childish. rediscovering the playful, unashamed part within. the tragedy is how quickly adulthood teaches you to bury that child. if you cannot tolerate your own childishness, you will project shame onto your partner. you will mock their hobbies, roll your eyes at... See more

to love someone is to be curious about the sediment of their being. to kneel in the dirt of another person’s reality and be willing to dig. it is not just about the surface, not just about what is easy to admire. but about the way they exist in the world, the tiny and often messy mechanisms that make them who they are