If love ever finds me again, I hope it arrives gently. I hope it’s someone who hears the words I never quite know how to say, and understands the silence between them.

Someone who delights in the little things ~

not because they are grand, but because they matter to me.

Someone who chooses me, even on ordinary days, and reminds me through small, quiet gestures that I am never an afterthought. I hope for a heart that feels like home ~

steady, kind, and unwavering.

A presence that brings peace rather than uncertainty. A hand that reaches for mine when life becomes difficult, without waiting to be asked. Someone who protects not by control, but through love. Who offers strength without taking away my own. Who makes me feel safe enough to simply be myself. And if that kind of love should ever find me, I will cherish it with all my heart. Because love like that is rare. It is quiet. It is gentle.

And perhaps…

it is what my soul has been waiting for all along.