Love is
Love is warmth in the cold, but sometimes a fire that burns too close.
Love is certainty in a chaotic world, yet doubt in the quiet hours.
Love is reaching for someone’s hand, even when they pull away.
Love is laughter that fills the room, but silence that can cut just as deep.
Love is choosing again and again, even when it feels impossible.
Love is the highest joy and the deepest ache—all tangled together.
Love is flawed, fierce, fragile, and forever changing.
Love is what we fight for, what we surrender to, and what makes us whole.
Love is.
Love is
Love is warmth in the cold, but sometimes a fire that burns too close.
Love is certainty in a chaotic world, yet doubt in the quiet hours.
Love is reaching for someone’s hand, even when they pull away.
Love is laughter that fills the room, but silence that can cut just as deep.
Love is choosing again and again, even when it feels impossible.
Love is the highest joy and the deepest ache—all tangled together.
Love is flawed, fierce, fragile, and forever changing.
Love is what we fight for, what we surrender to, and what makes us whole.
Love is.