Love, After Comfort

 

Love is not the spark—

that part is easy.

Anyone can feel fire for a moment.

Love is waking up

after the story is known,

after the mystery is gone,

and still asking,

what else is there?

It’s noticing a pause

before a sentence you’ve heard many times

and listening anyway.

It’s comfort on the couch,

silence that feels safe,

and a mind that keeps returning

to the same person

not from habit,

but from interest.

Love is curiosity

that stayed

when things became calm,

when excitement stopped shouting

and started breathing.

It stays.

It listens.

It wants to know you again—

today.

 

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