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.