I love in the quiet, not in silence.
I love within the most mundane things. Affections are shown, words are uttered, in any ways and languages I know in my whole body and being.
My love isn't always grand. It's not loud. But it's in the quiet where it fosters, grows, and takes comfort. It's in the quiet and stillness of territories and circumstances.
It doesn't shout. It's not a whisper even. But you can always hear it.
It's not thrilling — it's boring — yet it's confident and comforting.
And I'm satisfied with that.
Random musings | February 2, 2023.
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