I don’t love you in loud ways,
not in fireworks or grand display—
I love you in quiet moments,
in the things I never say.
In the pause before I fall asleep,
in the first thought when I wake,
in every little hope I hold,
in every gentle breath I take.
You feel like home to my restless mind,
like a hand I don’t have to see to hold—
a warmth that stays even on cold days,
a story my heart already told.
I may not always find perfect words,
but if you could look inside me, you’d know—
my love isn’t just a feeling that comes and goes,
it’s the soft place where all my truest emotions grow.
And if love is simply choosing someone,
again and again, in the smallest ways—
then I choose you in every heartbeat,
in all my nights and all my days. 💗
-Sangeeta
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