I hope, before you leave this world,
you experience love at least once.
Not the loud kind.
Not the convenient kind.
But the kind where you look into someone’s eyes
and feel like you’ve touched their soul
and for a moment, you forget what looking away even means.
The kind where taking their name
feels instinctive… almost sacred
like a prayer you don’t have to remember,
because it lives on your lips.
The kind where their presence
doesn’t just make you happy
it softens you,
humbles you,
changes something deep inside you
that you didn’t even know needed changing.
Because once you’ve loved like that,
you understand something rare.
That there exists someone
who can move your heart this way.
And more importantly
that you are capable of loving this deeply.
And how extraordinarly wholesome is this realisation!
